Post by Susan on Mar 7, 2013 19:54:16 GMT -5
He was slightly puzzled when she said she could smell alcohol, he couldn’t himself and he thought he had washed the smell off of him. Although in fairness he never really smelt booze, he just drank it. Drinking it was more fun. Although it was good to see she knew how to smile, how to laugh, and he was fairly sure she knew how to have fun. He decided he had to find out anyway. And even if she didn’t know how to have fun, he would likely enjoy teaching her.
She didn’t notice that his wood orchestra was in attendance as he squeezed past her, too distracted by his lazy compliment to really take any note of the not quite so subtle shift of his hips. He honestly couldn’t care less about her perfume, or how much it cost. She did smell nice, but at that price he’d expect a pet Jawa thrown in, at the very least. Other than this ship, which he didn’t pay for, the most expensive thing he had ever owned was probably a good Tarisian vintage, and that was hardly a long lasting investment. Gave him a right cracking headache the next morning, mind.
He could believe that the perfume was expensive as she said, and he believed she paid that much for it. The rich tended to be a little touched in the head like that, he didn’t quite understand it. Although truth be told, he spent most of his money on booze. Although he was setting some aside, he had secret dreams of one day of owning a floating bar. He believed he invented the idea. A large freighter that doubled as a pub, touring the galaxy and getting everyone pissed. It would be so amazing.
She made another comment, and this time he noticed what she was getting at. She could afford expensive things, she had many homes – he already knew this from the night before. The figures she had offered him was not money ordinary rich people threw around, it was a filthy rich figure. He didn’t care that she was rich or what she did with her money, he just liked that she was going to give it to him. Although he did make a mental note of the name of that perfume, perhaps after his first payment he could buy her an expensive gift with her own money. If that didn’t get him a ticket to her theatre, then he’d really have to turn on the charm.
His future plans were interrupted as a slender finger appeared in his face, at first he thought she wanted him to lick it, which he knew from experience some women liked, but alas it appeared not. Her stroking his chin was yet another indication of what he already knew, she wanted him – game on.
”A woman is not a piece of property, Miss Danica.” He strode quickly to keep pace with her, face covered with a beaming smile, which he made no effort to hide as he caught up. ”In any case, it was merely a logical place to start the tour. Nothing sinister, I give you my word.”
He winked at her again, enjoying the reaction that it was bringing about. While his word could be trusted, he often lied when he said he wasn’t, he found it a useful negotiating tool. He had decided to ignore the implied comment that she was in a relationship, because he knew it to be a lie, an intentional misdirect. And even if it wasn’t he didn’t much care, she wanted him and was flirting just as much as he was. When he said women weren’t property, he meant that, she was free to choose. It was hardly his fault if her fella wasn’t keeping his guitar well strung.
While the to and fro was fun and all, this was still business, and Avanni knew that sometimes pleasure had to take a back burner. And this seemed the right time to get on with the nitty gritty details of it all. Then pleasure. He walked onwards, and decided to pass by his quarters without making any mention of it. In truth there was no reason to see the inside of his domicile, no business reason at any rate. It wasn’t like he would store any of her goods there, unless she was actually transporting detailed photographs of herself in provocative positions. That was an entirely different situation, which required an entirely different set of rules.
They arrived at their destination, the Echani pausing to enter in the keypad on the doorway, and activate the manual release. The security code on the door was hardly a difficult one to break, it was really just there for the sake of it. The really expensive stuff wasn’t stored in the cargo hold anyway, that was in several hidden holds scattered throughout the ship, and he wouldn’t be showing Danica any of those. For obvious reasons, only himself and Miles Tanner knew exactly where they all were, and there was one that even Tanner wasn’t aware of. He stepped into the hold and turned around, holding his arms out and indicating the relatively cavernous space behind him.
”This is what you really want to see. It’ll hold as much cargo as I decide I want to take, and it’ll hold it well. I’ve just finished a job so there’s not much here, apart from a bunch of crap.” He turned with his back to her and waved at a few haulage crates in a far corner, he was actually running low on those and would have to stock up on Naboo. He always hauled useless junk as an added security measure.
He walked deeper into the hold, rolling his shoulders and stretching his muscular arms as he did so. To prevent cramp, obviously. He paced the length of the hold, assuming she was still behind him, and described the various details of the Bulls-eye class freighter. He discussed the actual measurements of the ship’s carrying capacity, talked a little spacer jargon about efficiency and galvanisation, both to confuse and impress her. He wasn’t even sure what galvanisation meant, or if it was even a word, but it sounded impressive. Eventually, he reached the end of the hold, and turned around to face her again. Not for the first time, he felt a smile creep on to his face, it was happening near every time he looked at her eyes. It was completely inadvertent, but she really was good to look at. And not just for musical inspiration.
”This is where your cargo will be held. It will be safe here, and it will arrive at your destination intact, and in reasoned time. That, I do guarantee. Now, what else would you like to see?”
She didn’t notice that his wood orchestra was in attendance as he squeezed past her, too distracted by his lazy compliment to really take any note of the not quite so subtle shift of his hips. He honestly couldn’t care less about her perfume, or how much it cost. She did smell nice, but at that price he’d expect a pet Jawa thrown in, at the very least. Other than this ship, which he didn’t pay for, the most expensive thing he had ever owned was probably a good Tarisian vintage, and that was hardly a long lasting investment. Gave him a right cracking headache the next morning, mind.
He could believe that the perfume was expensive as she said, and he believed she paid that much for it. The rich tended to be a little touched in the head like that, he didn’t quite understand it. Although truth be told, he spent most of his money on booze. Although he was setting some aside, he had secret dreams of one day of owning a floating bar. He believed he invented the idea. A large freighter that doubled as a pub, touring the galaxy and getting everyone pissed. It would be so amazing.
She made another comment, and this time he noticed what she was getting at. She could afford expensive things, she had many homes – he already knew this from the night before. The figures she had offered him was not money ordinary rich people threw around, it was a filthy rich figure. He didn’t care that she was rich or what she did with her money, he just liked that she was going to give it to him. Although he did make a mental note of the name of that perfume, perhaps after his first payment he could buy her an expensive gift with her own money. If that didn’t get him a ticket to her theatre, then he’d really have to turn on the charm.
His future plans were interrupted as a slender finger appeared in his face, at first he thought she wanted him to lick it, which he knew from experience some women liked, but alas it appeared not. Her stroking his chin was yet another indication of what he already knew, she wanted him – game on.
”A woman is not a piece of property, Miss Danica.” He strode quickly to keep pace with her, face covered with a beaming smile, which he made no effort to hide as he caught up. ”In any case, it was merely a logical place to start the tour. Nothing sinister, I give you my word.”
He winked at her again, enjoying the reaction that it was bringing about. While his word could be trusted, he often lied when he said he wasn’t, he found it a useful negotiating tool. He had decided to ignore the implied comment that she was in a relationship, because he knew it to be a lie, an intentional misdirect. And even if it wasn’t he didn’t much care, she wanted him and was flirting just as much as he was. When he said women weren’t property, he meant that, she was free to choose. It was hardly his fault if her fella wasn’t keeping his guitar well strung.
While the to and fro was fun and all, this was still business, and Avanni knew that sometimes pleasure had to take a back burner. And this seemed the right time to get on with the nitty gritty details of it all. Then pleasure. He walked onwards, and decided to pass by his quarters without making any mention of it. In truth there was no reason to see the inside of his domicile, no business reason at any rate. It wasn’t like he would store any of her goods there, unless she was actually transporting detailed photographs of herself in provocative positions. That was an entirely different situation, which required an entirely different set of rules.
They arrived at their destination, the Echani pausing to enter in the keypad on the doorway, and activate the manual release. The security code on the door was hardly a difficult one to break, it was really just there for the sake of it. The really expensive stuff wasn’t stored in the cargo hold anyway, that was in several hidden holds scattered throughout the ship, and he wouldn’t be showing Danica any of those. For obvious reasons, only himself and Miles Tanner knew exactly where they all were, and there was one that even Tanner wasn’t aware of. He stepped into the hold and turned around, holding his arms out and indicating the relatively cavernous space behind him.
”This is what you really want to see. It’ll hold as much cargo as I decide I want to take, and it’ll hold it well. I’ve just finished a job so there’s not much here, apart from a bunch of crap.” He turned with his back to her and waved at a few haulage crates in a far corner, he was actually running low on those and would have to stock up on Naboo. He always hauled useless junk as an added security measure.
He walked deeper into the hold, rolling his shoulders and stretching his muscular arms as he did so. To prevent cramp, obviously. He paced the length of the hold, assuming she was still behind him, and described the various details of the Bulls-eye class freighter. He discussed the actual measurements of the ship’s carrying capacity, talked a little spacer jargon about efficiency and galvanisation, both to confuse and impress her. He wasn’t even sure what galvanisation meant, or if it was even a word, but it sounded impressive. Eventually, he reached the end of the hold, and turned around to face her again. Not for the first time, he felt a smile creep on to his face, it was happening near every time he looked at her eyes. It was completely inadvertent, but she really was good to look at. And not just for musical inspiration.
”This is where your cargo will be held. It will be safe here, and it will arrive at your destination intact, and in reasoned time. That, I do guarantee. Now, what else would you like to see?”