Jonathon Patches
Information Broker
The sound of two glasses clanking together in one hand was only interrupted by the sound of a door closing behind them, and with that the nightmare of an evening that had ensued thus far. Two-hundred and fifty million credits - not of his own money of course; Patches was well off... but not THAT well off - he had the intention of spending that evening, and returning with many a prizes to his employer. It would be two-hundred fifty million credits he would be returning with, and no prizes for his employer; not exactly how he had planned the evening to unfold.
His drinking partner for the evening - the increasingly inviting Miss @[member="Danger Arceneau"] with each drink - shared in his frustration of a wasted evening, as they made their way far away from the auction in an attempt to leave the disappointment and bitter tastes in their mouths behind. Nothing that a three quarter full bottle of the finest Corellian Whiskey and a full evening of trouble to get into couldn't cure.
"What a goram waste of time and a bottle of whiskey!" he exclaimed at the auction from whence they came. Turning his attention to Miss Arceneau, he flashed a smile, "Suppose we'll just have to find our own trouble to get into," he said, casting the red haired vixen a wink, as he beckoned for Danger to lead the way, pouring both himself and Danger a drink, and offering her a glass as they wound their way through the streets of Hypori's capital. "The evening is not lost... yet," he quipped, looking at the sky, the sun having finally set and the moon taking it's place, casting a glow over the streets.
"In fact... I'd say things are starting to look up," he said, eyeing Danger up and down - making no attempt to hide it - and offering her a glass to toast in the process.
His drinking partner for the evening - the increasingly inviting Miss @[member="Danger Arceneau"] with each drink - shared in his frustration of a wasted evening, as they made their way far away from the auction in an attempt to leave the disappointment and bitter tastes in their mouths behind. Nothing that a three quarter full bottle of the finest Corellian Whiskey and a full evening of trouble to get into couldn't cure.
"What a goram waste of time and a bottle of whiskey!" he exclaimed at the auction from whence they came. Turning his attention to Miss Arceneau, he flashed a smile, "Suppose we'll just have to find our own trouble to get into," he said, casting the red haired vixen a wink, as he beckoned for Danger to lead the way, pouring both himself and Danger a drink, and offering her a glass as they wound their way through the streets of Hypori's capital. "The evening is not lost... yet," he quipped, looking at the sky, the sun having finally set and the moon taking it's place, casting a glow over the streets.
"In fact... I'd say things are starting to look up," he said, eyeing Danger up and down - making no attempt to hide it - and offering her a glass to toast in the process.