Kairon Rees
Smuggler
Kairon almost missed the bar as he slammed the shot glass down. He watched it roll across the worn wood surface for a moment. It came to rest over the edge tethering on the edge of balance. He idly wondered if it was going to fall off and smash.
Jarrick's hand snapped out and placed it back in the middle of the bar on its base. That same hand came up to wave the bartender in their direction. It went from a beckoning gesture, to pointing at the bar before them, to giving a thumbs up.
“Right then,” the veteran said as he took up the next glass of beer. “Talking time. You've been talking in grunts all week.”
“We talked to that guy about smash ball,” Kairon drawled.
“Talking about what's bothering you,” Jarrick affirmed.
“Bah. Can't believe I'm going to be…”
“Oh come off it. We've been playing along but let's stop pretending that's the root issue here.”
Kairon simply sighed. He knew they knew why he was upset, but he didn't do well at expressing himself at the best of times. He didn't see why he needed to talk about this.
“Well I'll start then. To our surprise you managed to spend six months living with Mal and she didn't kick you out. In fact you two kind of seemed happy. Now you haven't seen her for two weeks and you're feeling like kriff. So…?”
“So?”
“So what are you going to do about it?”
“I don't know,” Kairon admitted. He picked up his glass and then put it down again. “I was happy on the Warden. It was good, we were good. I should go see her,” he said quietly.
“Of course you should you dopy fether. Her mother died. You. Have. A. Ship. So then what are you going to do?”
“I…”
“Well, are you going to be happy flying around the Galaxy separately seeing each other a night every few weeks?” Jarrick asked.
“No.”
“So are you giving her up?”
“No, no I'm not going to do that,” Kairon said, gaining confidence with each word. “I want to go back and be with her,” he said, nodding to himself.
“I'll take the Quin,” Jarrick said.
Kairon rounded on him suspiciously, he seemed to be sobering up at hyper speed. “You'll take the Quin?”
“Yeah, you love her too. You don't want to give her to anyone. Don't look at me like that, I've been thinking about it is all. Just took you time to catch up.”
“You mean you'll buy her?” Kairon asked with one eyebrow raised.
“And how much did you pay for her?” Jarrick asked. Suddenly he could see Kairon finding familiar territory.
“What if I own the ship and you rent her?” Kairon countered.
“What if I buy her with a portion of my business?” Jarrick responded. The drinks were sat on the bar untouched now, the pair turned to face each other.
Kairon screwed up his face for a moment. “I need to do this sober. And we need to get to Balmorra. Tell Sciati the job is off. What about Mai and Asmus?”
“Oh you're begging Mal to take them with you. I'm hiring a crew of proper professionals, not misfits,” Jarrick said with a broad grin, turning back towards his ale.
“I'm not going to miss you,” Kairon said with a smile over the top of his pint. “We're still drinking till I can't stand right?”
“That's the plan and I'm sticking to it,” Jarrick said. A moment later and an empty shot glass slammed down onto the bar.
Jarrick's hand snapped out and placed it back in the middle of the bar on its base. That same hand came up to wave the bartender in their direction. It went from a beckoning gesture, to pointing at the bar before them, to giving a thumbs up.
“Right then,” the veteran said as he took up the next glass of beer. “Talking time. You've been talking in grunts all week.”
“We talked to that guy about smash ball,” Kairon drawled.
“Talking about what's bothering you,” Jarrick affirmed.
“Bah. Can't believe I'm going to be…”
“Oh come off it. We've been playing along but let's stop pretending that's the root issue here.”
Kairon simply sighed. He knew they knew why he was upset, but he didn't do well at expressing himself at the best of times. He didn't see why he needed to talk about this.
“Well I'll start then. To our surprise you managed to spend six months living with Mal and she didn't kick you out. In fact you two kind of seemed happy. Now you haven't seen her for two weeks and you're feeling like kriff. So…?”
“So?”
“So what are you going to do about it?”
“I don't know,” Kairon admitted. He picked up his glass and then put it down again. “I was happy on the Warden. It was good, we were good. I should go see her,” he said quietly.
“Of course you should you dopy fether. Her mother died. You. Have. A. Ship. So then what are you going to do?”
“I…”
“Well, are you going to be happy flying around the Galaxy separately seeing each other a night every few weeks?” Jarrick asked.
“No.”
“So are you giving her up?”
“No, no I'm not going to do that,” Kairon said, gaining confidence with each word. “I want to go back and be with her,” he said, nodding to himself.
“I'll take the Quin,” Jarrick said.
Kairon rounded on him suspiciously, he seemed to be sobering up at hyper speed. “You'll take the Quin?”
“Yeah, you love her too. You don't want to give her to anyone. Don't look at me like that, I've been thinking about it is all. Just took you time to catch up.”
“You mean you'll buy her?” Kairon asked with one eyebrow raised.
“And how much did you pay for her?” Jarrick asked. Suddenly he could see Kairon finding familiar territory.
“What if I own the ship and you rent her?” Kairon countered.
“What if I buy her with a portion of my business?” Jarrick responded. The drinks were sat on the bar untouched now, the pair turned to face each other.
Kairon screwed up his face for a moment. “I need to do this sober. And we need to get to Balmorra. Tell Sciati the job is off. What about Mai and Asmus?”
“Oh you're begging Mal to take them with you. I'm hiring a crew of proper professionals, not misfits,” Jarrick said with a broad grin, turning back towards his ale.
“I'm not going to miss you,” Kairon said with a smile over the top of his pint. “We're still drinking till I can't stand right?”
“That's the plan and I'm sticking to it,” Jarrick said. A moment later and an empty shot glass slammed down onto the bar.