YarnKittymon: : ::Tuesday afternoons are always
one of the quietest times in the bars in Marquis, and as such,
the bar's practically deserted when a rather downcast-looking
woman with quite a few scars, wearing a somber black suit, comes
into the bar, silently appraising everyone there--which boils
down to two old men eating a light lunch and Jack the barkeep;
her eyes light on him longest::
Quantum Catz: JK: ::hasn't been having a very interesting day and is sitting on a stool next to the bar, reading the newspaper::
YarnKittymon: : ::the woman walks over to the bar and leans her back against it, looking towards the door:: I'll have a whiskey.
Quantum Catz: JK: Sure thing ::stands up and goes to get her drink:: You just passing through?
YarnKittymon: : ::the woman smiles slightly, glancing back at Jack:: Maybe. When do you get off?
Quantum Catz: JK: ::places her whiskey on the bar, raising eyebrow:: Why d'you want to know?
YarnKittymon: : ::very softly:: Lookin' for some help, ain't I?
Quantum Catz: JK: ::leans down closer to her, resting his arms on the bar, a slight smile on his face:: How d'you know *I* c'n help you?
YarnKittymon: : ::the woman smiles a little wider, and raises the whiskey to her lips; softly:: I've heard you bragging. I just wanted to know if it was true.
Quantum Catz: JK: ::smirks:: I ain't ever said anythin that ain't true - but where'd you hear it? I ain't seen you round here
YarnKittymon: : ::the woman smirks:: I may not have my sources anymore, but I'm a freak. You interested?
Quantum Catz: JK: Depends what it is, don't it?
YarnKittymon: : What *it* is, or the money?
Quantum Catz: JK: *It*, lady - there're some things i just don't do - promised me old mother and i've never broken a promise yet
YarnKittymon: : ::a little surprised:: What's that?
Quantum Catz: JK: Old ma's got a thing against weapons for one thing and i c'n see fr'm those scars that you've run across a few of those in yer time
YarnKittymon: : ::the woman looks slightly flustered, and leans very close to Jack, frowning; whispers:: They don't even *work* on this island, you know.
Quantum Catz: JK: ::shrugs:: This place'd make a great holdin' place if yer waiting for things t'cool down though
YarnKittymon: : ::the woman shakes her head quickly, though her voice is still no more than a whisper::
YarnKittymon: Do you really think I'd pay 200 gold to keep ahold of my old guns? I'd just as soon pitch 'em in the river. But some people'll pay a pretty penny here for 'em.
Quantum Catz: JK: There's always someone'd pay a pretty penny fer somethin'
YarnKittymon: : ::the woman shakes her head, then downs the whiskey:: Well?
Quantum Catz: JK: What exactly makes you think people'll buy guns that don't work anyway?
YarnKittymon: : ::the woman shrugs:: My buyer has half a dozen offers already. To scare people, I guess. All I need is someone to do the legwork.
Quantum Catz: JK: ::Jack pauses, very tempted by the thought of getting back into it, his mind already going through various plans, but he finally sighs:: Whether they work or not, it was still a promise. Sorry, lady.
YarnKittymon: : ::the woman nods:: Fair enough. Another shot?
YarnKittymon: ::holds out the glass::
Quantum Catz: JK: ::takes the glass and pours her another, handing it to her, a rather distance look on his face, as he stll half goes through the ways he could pull it off::
YarnKittymon: : ::the woman gazes at Jack; very quietly:: How about bullets? They're useless without the gun.
Quantum Catz: JK: Why would you want them without the guns then?
YarnKittymon: : ::the woman smiles gamely:: I wasn't about to transport them *together.* And the bullets are really the more dangerous to bring in; it'd be a lot harder, really.
Quantum Catz: JK: If someone found a way of breaking the mumbo-jumbo that stops 'em from workin, my ma'd kill me with her bare hands
YarnKittymon: : ::the woman suddenly laughs:: A big man like you's afraid of his mother?
Quantum Catz: JK: ::smirks:: You ain't met her - she sure knows how to put *me* in *my* place
YarnKittymon: : ::downs the shot, and reaches into a pocket in her suitcoat:: Sorry to hear that.
Quantum Catz: JK: 'S life - you gotta draw a line somewhere - guess that's mine
YarnKittymon: : ::smirks, pulling several coins out of her pocket, which she sets onto the bar:: But your mother doesn't mind you drinking bootleg liquor, I take it.
Quantum Catz: JK: ::chuckles:: 'S different, ain't it? Anyone goes near the stuff's got a choice - ain't got so much of one when a bullet's comin' t'wards ye
YarnKittymon: : ::turns away:: Drinking and violence go together, you know. Even more when the liquor's illegal. ::goes to the door::
Quantum Catz: JK: ::thinks of his father and sighs:: Yeah, i know - but you gotta do somethin' with yer life
YarnKittymon: : ::the woman raises her eyebrows, then walks back to Jack; very quietly:: Someday you might bother askin' your boss where he gets the hard liquor, huh?
Quantum Catz: JK: What's that meant to mean?
YarnKittymon: : ::grins; quietly:: They don't make whiskey *here,* and it's gotta come from somewhere. You might give it a shot; I'm sure he could use the help.
Quantum Catz: JK: ::smirks:: Think that ain't occurred to me before? I'm meant t'be showing the old lady i can be a respectable citizen
YarnKittymon: : ::laughs:: I think I'll rush right back home to start taking bets on how long *that* will last.
Quantum Catz: JK: ::laughs as well:: Aye, well - i've managed a few months, though maybe it's just cos i ain't had anyone wanderin' in and givin' me ideas
YarnKittymon: : ::nods, still smiling:: Good luck, anyway. She must be some woman, to keep you in line.
Quantum Catz: JK: ::smirks and jokes:: Reminds me of my mother in some ways.
YarnKittymon: : ::laughs:: Well, *that* can't be good. Stay out of trouble, then. ::leaves, still laughing to herself::
Quantum Catz: JK: ::watches her go and after a moment, goes back to his stool, a distant, thoughtful look still on his face::
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