A Farghoul and a Zygerrian walk into a bar [D4LA, Drizzie's, Open]

[Torr Po]

"There is work in town. If you know where to look."

"I'm feeling quite generous today. Order a round on me, both of you are welcome." Torr leans forward to take a look at Deonis and his companion. "Perhaps you'll remember my..." he looks back at Nelk and grins, "-our generosity. Should you happen upon a problem that needs solving. But let us put networking aside and indulge in a quiet drink. I'm even up for a game of Sabacc if any of you are interested?"

[Tyllia Demici]

Tyllia appeared to have no familiarity with those names and gave a shrug at the inquiry. A similar shrug was given at the mention of Sabacc.

"I don't gamble with money I don't have," she said.

[Deonis Harik]

Deonis nods toward Tyllia as if to indicate his answer is the same as hers. He takes the drink that is offered by the bartender and produces a small metal tube that he inserts under his helmet and drinks from the glass. "Thanks." He says a moment later.

[Qar Offee]

Qar entered the place to have a drink. He smirked at multi-species feel of the place, with some feline races he couldn't readily tell apart as there were several of them. He approached the bar and ordered a cool beer. Nothing more for now, he expected to be riding in the evening.

[Torr Po]

"I don't gamble with money I don't have," she said.

"So don't gamble with money. There are many currencies yes? Time for instance - so precious it's unquantifiable, and yet often spent frivolously. Perhaps on the very best hands you could raise with favors owed, or information. I'll certainly let you inspect the deck. I can assure you it's quite new. I had to pass the time somehow on the last long flight I was on."

Torr's words were sincere. He honestly couldn't care less if money was made or lost, he just wanted to expand his network of contacts.

He takes the drink that is offered by the bartender and produces a small metal tube that he inserts under his helmet and drinks from the glass. "Thanks."

"Of course," he answered Deonis. watching curiously as the man accepted the drink. But rather than guess what lies beneath the helmet Torr instead settled back into his seat.

[Nelk]

Bell nodded in response to Tyllia and Deonis. “I suspect Tybalt doesn’t leave the upper city often.”

Qar entered the place to have a drink. He smirked at multi-species feel of the place, with some feline races he couldn't readily tell apart as there were several of them. He approached the bar and ordered a cool beer. Nothing more for now, he expected to be riding in the evening.

“Hello, my name is Nelk,” she said in an unintentionally gruff manor. “Are you a local? My friend and I have newly arrived and are always eager to work. I was hoping an old acquaintance of mine was still around, maybe you’ve heard of him? A human named Tybalt. Known for elaborate parties? Probably makes the news when he gets a little too elaborate from time to time.” Her tail sways left to right.

[Torr Po]

"Nelk... not all humans know each other. Give me a bit and we'll seek out your friend in the upper city yes?" Torr sips gingerly, unintentionally purring all the while, "Though to be honest, I doubt such a friend would think highly of you being in tow with someone like me."

[Tyllia Demici]

She could not help but suspect it was still some kind of scam. And she certainly didn't like having to end up owing favors to any strangers.

"If you want to exchange information, then simply ask for something and offering an equivalent trade," she said, "Having to play cards for it is a drag."

[Nelk]

"Nelk... not all humans know each other. "Though to be honest, I doubt such a friend would think highly of you being in tow with someone like me."

“I know that Torr, but Tybalt... has a reputation. He’s a playboy, surely a local would know who he is.” Nelk thought about what she just said. Either she wasn’t dealing with anyone local, or she was being lied to. Now if it were the later, she purred in thought, then she was in good company. Never trust an honest man, her creed had almost never led her astray. Almost never.

She composed herself, adjusted her chitin shell, and asked politely, “say, you aren’t from around here, are you? Any of you?”

Before they could answer she looked at Torr and sighed. “And yes, we need to clean you up. Tonight we’ll find a quiet place to stay the night and get cleaned up.”

[Torr Po]

"If you want to exchange information, then simply ask for something and offering an equivalent trade,

"To me indulging in the pleasure of risk and opportunity is both an equal exchange and an exhilarating pass-time. But no matter, I have a good feeling about you both. Not sure why." Torr scratched absently at his twitching ear. "When trust is hard to come by, trust in baser instincts. Reward alone will motivate. And the motivated will in turn reward. If I find information that will help your cause I'll gladly share it for free."

we need to clean you up

He turned to Nelk, "Clean... me up? Are you saying I stink??" Torr sniffed himself, recoiling at once from the odor. "Fair point." He offered, "But if you're looking for a bath for two lady... look elsewhere." He pulls the robes in tighter and sticks his nose up in protest. Polishing off his drink and stumbling towards the door.

[Qar Offee]

“Hello, my name is Nelk,” she said in an unintentionally gruff manor. “Are you a local? My friend and I have newly arrived and are always eager to work. I was hoping an old acquaintance of mine was still around, maybe you’ve heard of him? A human named Tybalt. Known for elaborate parties? Probably makes the news when he gets a little too elaborate from time to time.” Her tail sways left to right.

"Name's Qar, but I'm not sure I can help you. I've been around for just several days more than you. But if this guy is as ostentatious as you speak, perhaps uptown clubs are where you should be looking for him? There's that Sapphire Lounge where they at least must have heard of him, though it's hard to get in there for ordinary folks." Qar was actually in mood of being moderately helpful.

[Nelk]

"Name's Qar, but I'm not sure I can help you. I've been around for just several days more than you. But if this guy is as ostentatious as you speak, perhaps uptown clubs are where you should be looking for him? There's that Sapphire Lounge where they at least must have heard of him, though it's hard to get in there for ordinary folks." Qar was actually in mood of being moderately helpful.

"Thank you Qar, pleasure to meet you. I will have to see if I can manage my way into the Sapphire Lounge. Do you happen to know where I might be able to buy some new, posh clothing? I doubt they'll let me in with this set up," she knocks her chest piece to a resounding thud thud.

[Qar Offee]

"I don't know exactly, but I guess it depends on your clothes budget. Uptown sure has boutiques." He looked where she knocked, amused by the sound. "Is this your regular style?"

[Nelk]

"I don't know exactly, but I guess it depends on your clothes budget. Uptown sure has boutiques." He looked where she knocked, amused by the sound. "Is this your regular style?"

“Some find it a bit... intimidating. Has it’s benefits in my line of work. Although it can put some folks off as well. If I wore this in uptown, I’d probably be hauled off to a dark room somewhere, I prefer being on the other end of that stick.”

[Qar Offee]

"Who doesn't." Qar smirked. "Though in the games of cat and mouse we all play, you can't always be the cat." He asked for no excuse as the joke was good-hearted. "Your line of work?"

[Nelk]

"Who doesn't." Qar smirked. "Though in the games of cat and mouse we all play, you can't always be the cat." He asked for no excuse as the joke was good-hearted. "Your line of work?"

Nelk purred and would have flourished her tail if she had one. “Cat and mouse,” she smiled, “is my favorite game.”

“Questions and answers. Getting to the truth of things. I’m fond of secrets most of all.” She leaned in close and whispered in his ear, “I wonder, what sort of secrets are rattling in your head, Qar?” She purred again.

[Qar Offee]

"All sorts, of course." He laughed, not really reacting too much to the closeness but for a bit of curiosity expressed in the glint of his eyes and the corners of his lips. "Thing is, as all secrets, they don't survive sharing. A poacher of secrets, that's who you are then, hmm?"

[Nelk]

"All sorts, of course." He laughed, not really reacting too much to the closeness but for a bit of curiosity expressed in the glint of his eyes and the corners of his lips. "Thing is, as all secrets, they don't survive sharing. A poacher of secrets, that's who you are then, hmm?"

“I enjoy the process of teasing them out. Secrets have to be given willingly, one way or another,” she purrs, her chitin armor a dichotomy to her charm. Her words roll out quickly, “but that’s just a hobby. If you must know, I’m a retired slaver, turned entrepreneur. What, may I ask, is the story of Qar?”

[Qar Offee]

"It's a story of need for speed." He said coyly, responding with wry composure. "What made you retire from that?"

[Nelk]

"It's a story of need for speed." He said coyly, responding with wry composure. "What made you retire from that?"

"Ooh, racer boy," she laughs. "Wouldn't you like to know? That's a secret. Are you in the market for buying secrets?" She narrows her eyes and lets a low purr resonate.