Jason Lortek
Outer-Rim Nerfherder
"Ah, the night-life..."
Jason is face-to-face with the door of a pub. Opening it, he walks inside. There's a bartender behind the metal counter, handing out glasses of wine and mugs of beer to the talkative people seated near him. Walking over, he sits down at one of the bar stools, with an open [member="Nayhuta Di'nij"]space on either side - he had, earlier that night, told Nayhuta where he'd be if he needed him, so if he came over he could have a seat.
"Hello, mister..." He pauses for a minute, then just continues anyway. "What'll it be?"
"Call me Jason. And, just a beer would be nice," the smuggler says. The bartender nods, before heading off to get his beer.
A man about 2 seats away grabs Lortek's attention. "Psst...Hey," he says. He moves a bit closer, and whispers: "Wanna buy some death sticks?"
"No..." the smuggler whispers in response.
"Are you sure...?" he adds.
"Yes, I'm sure...Now, back off," Jason says, rolling his eyes. The peddler backs away. Then, someone else enters the bar, grabbing the smuggler's attention as he begins to walk this way.
[member="Nayhuta Di'nij"]
Jason is face-to-face with the door of a pub. Opening it, he walks inside. There's a bartender behind the metal counter, handing out glasses of wine and mugs of beer to the talkative people seated near him. Walking over, he sits down at one of the bar stools, with an open [member="Nayhuta Di'nij"]space on either side - he had, earlier that night, told Nayhuta where he'd be if he needed him, so if he came over he could have a seat.
"Hello, mister..." He pauses for a minute, then just continues anyway. "What'll it be?"
"Call me Jason. And, just a beer would be nice," the smuggler says. The bartender nods, before heading off to get his beer.
A man about 2 seats away grabs Lortek's attention. "Psst...Hey," he says. He moves a bit closer, and whispers: "Wanna buy some death sticks?"
"No..." the smuggler whispers in response.
"Are you sure...?" he adds.
"Yes, I'm sure...Now, back off," Jason says, rolling his eyes. The peddler backs away. Then, someone else enters the bar, grabbing the smuggler's attention as he begins to walk this way.
[member="Nayhuta Di'nij"]