“...Just a Common Heist.”

[Anders]

Anders rolled his eyes at the mercenary's persistent comments, not annoyed, but flustered with his antics. His large hand descended on Anders' shoulder, invigorating his muscles and bones. Aubrey sure was making an impression, but Anders tried not to budge too much. After all, this was probably how he was with everyone.

A hulking freighter soon came into view, alighting onto the platform and ejecting the boarding ramp. Anders hauled the crate into the ship and loaded it into the storage chamber. "So when we lightin' up that club?"

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[Aubrey Landcaster]

Aubrey sat down on a couch. Watching as Anders loaded the crate into the storage unit. The merc smiled as Anders asked when they were going to light up the club. Aubrey sighed and reached into his pocket pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He would take one out and light it up, blowing out a puff of smoke. Aubrey smirked. “We’ll plant the explosives in an hour or so, they won’t go off until we make a move on the bank.” He paused and took a drag. “You and I are going to go clubbing and plant the charges. Spectre 1 and 2 will be here prepping the rest of the gear.” Aubrey said as he winked.

The merc stood up and walked to the bar. Pouring himself a glass of whiskey. He poured a second shot. And offered it. “Here handsome “
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[Anders]

There it is again. The amorous comments never dissipated from Aubrey's bright pink lips. Anders wondered if he really meant it. Most guys he ran into didn't offer charisma or even likability. Rather they served for a good shag, nothing more nothing less. He took the small cup and downed the golden liquid immediately before pouring more inside of it. "You'll have to get used to my drinking."

"Oh, and you mind sparing a cigarette? It's been awhile," he said, batting his eyes softly.

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[Aubrey Landcaster]

Aubrey smirked as he downed the shot with ease and poured another shot. The man said that Aubrey would have to get used to his drinking. Aubrey let out a laugh, he himself wasn’t too much of a drinker, a pretty big lightweight actually. “Don’t worry drinking doesn’t bother me too much. “ Aubrey said. He took is shot as Anders asked for a cigarette. Aubrey pulled out his pack to retrieve a cigarette. “Sure, don’t choke.” Aubrey smirked as he put down the pack and turned to place it between Anders’ lips. “There you go.” Aubrey grabbed his lighter and ignited it, lighting the cigarette. “Anyway, what made a cute guy like you wanna be a mercenary?” Aubrey asked with a bright smile as he took a drag of his own cigarette.

Aubrey puffed out smoke. His eyes meeting Anders. Aubrey was always one for flirting, didn’t matter who it was. He shook his head slightly. It was just the way he was. His last relationship ended pretty badly, seeing as his ex just disappeared. Flirting was a coping mechanism for him. The man turned to Anders and smiled, shaking away his deep thoughts.

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[Anders]

Anders puffed out a billow of gray smoke, the vapor rising in the air and dispersing. The harsh taste smoldered his throat and lungs, the sensation always strangely euphoric. Anders typically took intervals with smoking, not that it really reduced its negative affects, but it was more of a psychological thing. He took another hit and let the smoke sit in his body.

"'Cause it pays good," he said, releasing the smoke. "But seriously, it was all that was available to me. I was orphaned since as long as I can remember, so I picked up stealing and bounty hunting just as a means of survival. Now I'm just good at it. What about you?"

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[Aubrey Landcaster]

Aubrey watched Anders take drags off his cigarette. Admitting that he does Mercenary work because it pays well, then clarifying by saying he had it rough when he was younger and over the years he got good at it. Aubrey smirked and ashes his cigarette. “Of course, I don’t blame you, the streets are rough.” Aubrey said as he poured another shot for himself and Anders. “I got into this kind of work...uh a few years ago maybe. Back then I ran with a guy named Jonas, he was like a brother to me. We would do jobs from the outer rim, to the core worlds. Anyway I got into it because I can’t stand other work, too boring. I’ve been a cook, tried a bit of modeling, but Nothing compares to the feeling of a blaster in your hand. The adrenaline rush from the pure danger.” Aubrey finished.

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