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mitochondriaayaAs far as pit stops went, well, this one wasn't on any tourist maps. The air was tinny and thin, probably some leaky seals that needed to be seen to before the whole station spun into unusable for humans. There were three things here they needed; a bonded courier that could deliver samples of the drugs they'd confiscated to their trusted labs back home, a refueling pit even though they charged through the nose, and a bar.
Not that they, personally, needed a bar? But it was a great place to sit next to her uncle and lay her head on his shoulder! Nevada had stopped being surprised by her appearing randomly, and like any other woman who leaned on a man on a bar, well, she got a warm, comforting arm around her waist. "You are not supposed to be here," he noted easily.
"Exactly where I need to be," she countered. Or rather where it felt safest, recently? Yes, they'd originally thought they'd be way out in the Adrian Sector but...no. Here they were. Or here she was, Braig was fueling their ship and Dilan was running to the mail...
...they'd both hunt her down soon enough though!
Some days she thought she somehow got her ability from Nevada because her uncle followed her thought pattern easily, "I'll have to beat the boys off with a stick if you leave with me."
"Been a while since you did that," she laughed.
"Well, yes, and I'm thinking Dilan at least would get the stick away from me quicker than he used to..." Nevada mused. "Come on, have a drink with me and everyone can come find us here." Better to have everyone together before they talked about important things after all.
"Nah, my money is on Braig. He missed out on a fight so he's been itching for something..."
"If he starts a bar fight I reserve the right to toss a bottle at him."
"Naturally, it's what you do." She waved the tender over to order and placed a delayed order for the boys, something to strip paint for Braig and a fruit juice for Dilan, a light one.
"Granted, if Braig sees your dad first he might be able to get Jerrig a better price on fuel. So many years and he still negotiates like a tourist." A sad, sad thing really.
"He lost the coin toss didn't he?"
"Not at all. I got to corner the contact."
"Poor contact," Aya grinned.
"She's in one piece," Nevada snorted. "And I might need to corner others later. If Braig can contain himself until then."
Oh, now that was worth pathing to her partners, yes, ::Nevada says please don't start a bar fight he might need muscle later though.:: "You drive a hard bargain with my boys."
"I have to," he pointed out, "they're still earning my niece after all."
"In your eyes."
"Well, yes, but my opinion is a valid one."
Not that they, personally, needed a bar? But it was a great place to sit next to her uncle and lay her head on his shoulder! Nevada had stopped being surprised by her appearing randomly, and like any other woman who leaned on a man on a bar, well, she got a warm, comforting arm around her waist. "You are not supposed to be here," he noted easily.
"Exactly where I need to be," she countered. Or rather where it felt safest, recently? Yes, they'd originally thought they'd be way out in the Adrian Sector but...no. Here they were. Or here she was, Braig was fueling their ship and Dilan was running to the mail...
...they'd both hunt her down soon enough though!
Some days she thought she somehow got her ability from Nevada because her uncle followed her thought pattern easily, "I'll have to beat the boys off with a stick if you leave with me."
"Been a while since you did that," she laughed.
"Well, yes, and I'm thinking Dilan at least would get the stick away from me quicker than he used to..." Nevada mused. "Come on, have a drink with me and everyone can come find us here." Better to have everyone together before they talked about important things after all.
"Nah, my money is on Braig. He missed out on a fight so he's been itching for something..."
"If he starts a bar fight I reserve the right to toss a bottle at him."
"Naturally, it's what you do." She waved the tender over to order and placed a delayed order for the boys, something to strip paint for Braig and a fruit juice for Dilan, a light one.
"Granted, if Braig sees your dad first he might be able to get Jerrig a better price on fuel. So many years and he still negotiates like a tourist." A sad, sad thing really.
"He lost the coin toss didn't he?"
"Not at all. I got to corner the contact."
"Poor contact," Aya grinned.
"She's in one piece," Nevada snorted. "And I might need to corner others later. If Braig can contain himself until then."
Oh, now that was worth pathing to her partners, yes, ::Nevada says please don't start a bar fight he might need muscle later though.:: "You drive a hard bargain with my boys."
"I have to," he pointed out, "they're still earning my niece after all."
"In your eyes."
"Well, yes, but my opinion is a valid one."
