Damian du Couteau
Eye Sore
Damian du Couteau
Location: Mechis III
Outfit
The quality of the air left Damian in a rather annoyed mood, his lone eye irritated and his meeting with a senior vice president had been delayed. He leaned heavily on his cane, allowed himself a moment to grit his teeth before Damian continued on his walk. The bar he had hoped to meet the VP was nearby but Damian had wanted to arrive fashionably late. Appearances mattered when a less than deft hand was needed for these sorts of negotiations.
Credits the young du Couteau heir had plenty of, well mostly, it was influence that he lacked. Back during the days of the Alliance it was plenty easy to raise eyebrows with mention of titles like Senator and Head Chair of infrastructure budgets. Now? He sighed as he walked inside the chosen bar, the lights all worked and Damian waved away the waiter droid as he sat at a nearby table.
The table wobbled ever so slightly and Damian allowed a sigh to escape his lips as he leaned against his arms on the table’s clean surface. Small blessings in this galaxy, to which Damian appreciated that his sleeves wouldn’t need a deep clean. He closed his eye and relaxed as the tension in his shoulders released. The day had been long and the previous night he had been up working tirelessly on his data-slate.
And for what?
Before Damian could answer his own question he felt someone sit across from him and placed something heavy on the table. He opened his eye and quickly noticed two things; one was that the man that sat in front of him was not the man he had planned on meeting and secondly, perhaps more importantly, a blaster pistol was placed on the table. He noticed a second man that stood a few steps behind the one who was sitting, Damian resisted the urge to groan but it was a close thing.
“How’d you hurt your eye?” The well dressed man asked, his eyes hidden by a thin visor but his grin gave him a rather lofty look.
“Wasn’t particularly skilled at dodging.” Damian responded in a dry tone, he leaned back and straightened himself.
“Well if you haven't improved since then a fair warning for you: both my friend and I are pretty good shots. . .” His grin only grew as a flash of white teeth followed with a short laugh.
“I’m guessing you’re here for the deal?” Damian was rather bothered with the strong arm approach.
“Well. . .” The Grinning man gestured with his hands, pointing between the two of them, “More so on fixing this deal, the big wigs figured you could add a zero or three to the final offer.”
Damian noted where his cane leaned against his chair but made no attempt to grab it just yet, instead he leaned forward a tad. He had expected a return to ruthless business practices but this was a tad much this soon. A part of him wanted to just agree and get it over with, no fuss and just leave. Keep things moving in a chaotic galaxy, all the while he watched numbers dance across a data-slate.
“I-” Damian began as the table wobbled and caused the blaster to slide slightly. His right hand reached for his cane as his left gripped the table.
OOC: A little business deal turned sour. PM's open for input/questions