(Hiatus) Nicholas D. Wolfwood
Cleansing sins and breaking shins.
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MDNI|No drama|Age: Do you remember dial up? (Veteran RPer)
“Silver”
- {{And now I’m getting sick. 😃
- {{UPDATE: I’m fuckkin’ old! Physical therapy the whole month of February for my right hand, arm, and my neck. 🙃
- {{Hi friends. My right hand has a minor injury, so I will be on hiatus for a while to try to recover. Feel free to DM me if you wanna chat, but my responses will be slow.
- “Why would I argue? I get job perks!” He let her guide his hand to “sign” her contract, a clever grin on his face the whole time like she’d just played right into his master plan. “Card game? I’m in!” He leaned down so she could put the flower behind his ear more easily. His hands automatically-
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- [He gave a single nod, then headed inside and started for a corner near the window where he could survey the bar better. His dark eyes swept the room for threats and targets simultaneously. They settled on a younger man with short, dark hair and tired eyes who looked half drunk already.-
- He pulled his sunglasses down to the tip of his nose and gave her a whistle. “Definitely your color!” He would’ve said so no matter what color she was wearing. He narrowed a single, dark eye as he considered her terms with more seriousness than the situation required. He lifted his sunglasses-
- “Sounds to me like you just don’t appreciate elevated conversation. That’s too bad.”
- “Are you kidding me right now? This sounds awful!” His shoulders shook with quiet laughter. “Heheheh.”
- [He starts for the front door, but stops short and turns around and leans down to whisper to her.] Here’s how we’re gonna play this. I go in first. You wait here for 2 minutes. Then you come in and I’ll give you a nod at the perfect target. Sound good?
- {{Lunch break. Don’t forget to hydrate!
- [Her thought didn’t get past him. He could see it in her twinkly eyes. She didn’t take the bait though. Oh, a nice lady? Maybe.] Pfft. Yeah. You could get a single drink for 8 Double Dollars, but why spend your money when there’re plenty of targets at the bar just itching to buy you more than one?
- A what? No! Not with the bartender. You’ll never get a drink that way. You gotta flirt with a pathetic guy and get him to buy for you.
- “Lady, I haven’t even started yappin’ yet. This is a sliver of my conversational prowess.”
- Oh, God. He sounds lamer than me. At least I don’t freakin’ howl. Tatooine is a dust bowl planet. Like mine. Got it. A bounty? Or flirting? Hmmm… I’m actually trying to keep a guy from getting killed because of the damn bounty on his head. But I got an idea. Why don’t you-
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- [Stares at her over top of his sunglasses.] Why’s that funny? I was born with this name! Sorta.
- Alright, alright, AILEY. I don’t have enough $$ to go somewhere else. And, even if I did, I have a contract to fulfill here first. Unless you’re offerin’ a discount or something and can promise to have me home before the street lights come on. The names Wolfwood, by the way. Nicholas D. Wolfwood.-
- “What am I doin’ now? Dancin’?”
- Alright, Twinkle Eyes, listen up. My planet is an abandoned wasteland. We got no off-planet transport, and even if we did, it would probably be controlled by the corrupt assholes currently in power so they could put more money and what little water we have into their selfish bastard hoards.-
- Screw it. I’m getting some popcorn for this.
- “You don’t wanna celebrate the birth of our Lord and Savior, 6lb 6oz baby Jesus?”
- Jax. Be cool.
- [Eyes her back, squinting.] Aurebesh? Lady, you’re well-traveled. I’ve never been off my shitty planet. This writing looks weird compared to what I’m used to.
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- [Takes the cigarette pack, lifts his sunglasses, and examines them more closely.] Those are double dollars. Good luck getting them exchanged. What the hell does this say? I can’t even read it.
- “Respectfully! Respectfully, you’re smokin’ hot. No. No. I don’t wanna rescind anything. I didn’t sign it yet! What are your terms?”
- [Pulls $$8 from his wallet and hands it to her.] Well, looks like I got a new vocab word AND a pack of smokes. Pleasure doin’ business with ya, lady.
- ………… Wh-where did I leave my coffee?
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- That sounds like a xenophobic religion. What’s ’osik’? Like a sin? I’ll give you $$8 for the pack.
- Ten Double Dollars for a pack?! Why don’t I just give you my kidney while I’m at it?! Tell me more about this hokey religion and I’ll consider your offer more seriously.
- “Ch-chickened out?! I didn’t chicken out! You—!⁉️ I didn’t wanna objectify you or whatever! BUT FINE, YOU’RE SMOKIN’ HOT, OKAY?! I DIDN’T SIGN ANYTHING!!” 💢💢💢
- A carton. There are like 10 to 20 packs in a carton. Not like eggs. Like a carton of cigarettes. You seriously only have one pack? How much? What’s Corellian theology? Your religion?
- “Alright, alright, alright! Fine.” Clears his throat. Takes a deep inhale. “99 BOTTLES OF BEER ON THE WALL! 99 BOTTLES OF BEEEEEEEEER!”
- “Of course you’re pretty! But that wasn’t what I wanted to say at all. I was going to say…nevermind. Wait, what rules?”
- A pack or a carton? ONE PACK?! There are nine hells?!
- The hell is a credit? That your currency? I only carry Double Dollars. Wait, wait…you have one, singular cigarette?
- “You’re flattering me on purpose now. But you’ll have to try harder than that if you wanna hear my pitiful excuse for a singing voice.”
- I live on a planet that’s basically a desert wasteland dotted with small settlements and like 2 industrial cities. I’m convinced some of these cigarette packs are over a hundred years old.
