Life of a shiner.

[Merle Gauge]

What does a shiner do after he concocts his liquor? Sells it, of course! He climbed out of his speeder just outside the shop of [member="Makkik"], a cardboard box in his hand. He rushed over to the door, pushing himself in side. He looked around, groaning under the weight of the jars of the moonshine inside. He headed over to the counter, dropping the box down onto the counter. "HELLO!?" He barked.

 

[Makkik]

Makkik sat behind the main counter of Jawamart, watching while a dozen or so customers prowled the various aisles of the largest junkshop in Mos Eisley. Buisness was good, per usual, ecpecially since they'd signed that contract with Suvian Sciences. There was always over ten customers in the sohp at any one time, now. Buisness was fantastic. The Jawa looked over at [member="Merle Gauge"] as he walked up, looking questioningly at the box. He'd never se this paticular human before... He had to wonder what he was going to sell. Spare parts? Weapons? He'd had people try to sell just about everything before... He remembered the time that Wookiee tried to pawn his rubber ducky...

Snapping back into reality after a moment, Makkik once again looked questiningly at the box. "What'sinthere? Hmm? Hmm?"

 

[Merle Gauge]

"I got some shine..." He whispered, glancing from side to side. "I got a drink that'll stop the thirst of ANY, and I mean any sentient out there." He continued muttering, before he pointed to the back. "You got a place where we can properly negotiate?" He then quickly removed some cigarette papers and tobacco and rolled a cigarette. "You mind if I smoke in 'ere?" He asked, holding a not-yet lit lighter up to the cigarette.

[member="Makkik"]

 

[Makkik]

Makkik blinked, fading the glow before the yellow amber lens that shone from inside his hood for a moment. What was shine? Some kind of toy? A weapon? A droid? A pet? He wasn't sure... People brougtbh things in from all over the galaxy! Makkik nodded, and pointed to a small corridor to the back of the shop. "Yesyesyesyes! Thisway" Makkik shrugged when [member="Merle Gauge"] tried to pull out his ciggeratte, and ran off to the back hall. He was looking forward to seeing what this new thing was...

 

[Merle Gauge]

He carried the heavy box, slowly setting it down. He then quickly pulled the top open, gesturing towards what was inside. Several glass jars, full of clear liquid. "Taste it...it's good!" He demanded, a grin on his face. "If you wanna buy it, I'll take fifty credits for each jar", He said, crossing his arms impatiently.

[member="Makkik"]

 

[Makkik]

Makkik bent over the crate, staring down at the jars. What was it, water? Was he a moisture farmer? He didn't usualy sell water at Jawamart, but if it was good... The Jawa abruptly grabbed a jar, unscrewed the lid, and started chugging it. It wasn't water. Not water. Not water. Makkika bruptly spun around, pulled his veil up with one furry hand, and threw up all over [member="Merle Gauge"]'s shoes. "NOTWATER!"

 

[Merle Gauge]

He leaped back, grunting in anger. "Those were new fething boots!" He said, anger in his tone. "Fine, I-it's fethin' alcohol." He then sighed as he looked down at his boots, then back up to @Makkik. "The name is Merle Gauge, live a while away from 'ere, just thought I'd stop by. Obviously, you ain't a fan of it. Give it to some Humans and they'll be payin' you every week for a box of 'em."

 

[Makkik]

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Makkik stared up at the yelling human after recovering from his vomiting bout, and glanced back at the jars. Alcohol? What's that? Was it some kind of drain cleaner? That's what it tasted like... The Jawa looked back up at Merle, then back to the jars of moonshine. If all else failed, he could use it as womp rat repellant. So why not? "Howmuchforthebox? Hmmm?"

 

[Merle Gauge]

"150 credits. Decent price, I believe so." He stared at the Jawa, studying him. "Come on, man. Wait, what would YOU be willin' to pay for this 'ere box?" He remained calm, and was bent on using his natural gift in persuasion to collect his desired amount of credits. "You see, I can make 'bout twenty jars of 'em in six days. You want a weekly supply of 'em? Of course, for the reasonable price of 150 credits."

[member="Makkik"]

 

[Makkik]

A hundred and fifty credits? There were rubber duckies more expensive then that... That offer was fantastic. Anyone with a brain would accept the offer right away. But Makkik was a Jawa. "Hundredandfiftycredits!? Icouldbuyanewshipforthatprice!" A toy ship. "Seventyfive!" Makkik looked up at [member="Merle Gauge"], crossing his arms. This is why you don't haggle with a Jawa.

 

[Merle Gauge]

"Buyin' a ship with 150 credits? I doubt that." He stared down at the Jawa, shaking his head. "Seventy-five? Seventy-five? No, no, no! Listen to me, you think I'm uneducated, simply 'cause I am a Human on Tattoine! Nah, that ain't how it works. How 'bout 145?" He asked, still with his gaze locked upon the Jawa, that was Makkik.

[member="Makkik"]

 

[Makkik]

"Onefourtyfive! Ittasteslikebanthapee!" Makkik knew someone would probably want to buy it... So even if he did buy it at 150, he'd probalby make a larger profit. But you can't just simply take an item for the asking price! That's not the way it worked! Not with Jawas, anyway. "90credits!"

 

[Merle Gauge]

"125 credits...c'mon, it's a good price!" He said, impatience in his voice. "I ain't taking a credit less, you either take it, or you don't. I ain't waitin' a minute longer, I gotta get to my other clients, alright? Your choice, you wanna make credits, take the deal. If not, I'll just take off!"

[member="Makkik"]

 

[Makkik]

Makkik shrugged. "Hundredandfifteencredits! Finaloffer!" He doubted anyone tyring to sell alchohol, whatever that was, in a junk shop had many other clients. More then likely it was a bluff to worry Makkik about losing a chance at good merchandise...

 

[Merle Gauge]

Makkik may have thought it was a bluff, however he was wrong, Merle had a client that was no other than the Blazing Chains. "115? Sure, I'll take it." He held out his right hand, offering a hand shake. "Nice doin' business with ya'."

[member="Makkik"]

 

[Makkik]

Makkik raised both hands and shook [member="Merle Gauge"]' rapidly. "Yepyep! Gooddoin'buisnesswithyou!" Without further aduia, the Jawa reached into his robe and removed a credit coin, marked one credit, and tossed it to Merle. Then another one. Then another one. Then another one. The Jawa started pelting Merle with 'one credit' coins, having a seemingly endess supply in his pockets.

 

[Merle Gauge]

He quickly removed all of the jars from the box, setting them on the store's counter. He then lifted the box, only missing two or three credits. This way, he was able to use the box to collect his credits. He waited patiently for him to receive all of his credits, then looked into the box. "See ya, man. I'll come back, next week!" He said, rushing towards the exit. From there, he tossed the box into the shotgun seat of the speeder, and then climbed into the driver's seat. The sands then whipped into the air, and the speeder took off.

[member="Makkik"]