What's Nine Plus Ten? [ Blondie ]

[Darth Metus]

Isley wasn't his father.

When he said he would call back, he did. When he had "pieces" on the side, it wasn't a secret. And most importantly, Isley didn't break up over text message. Unlike the Old Ram. Kark that guy. Anyway. The point is, when it came to the conclusion of relationships – whether they be intimate or business, the Mandalorian had the stones to do so in person.

Well, recent developments had seen fit that one of the former category needed to conclude. Isley gave up Mand'alor in order to prevent war between his people; and with that came terms from the new Sole Ruler. One of them was to conclude the Crusaders' dealings with the Black Tie Syndicate, coupled with a public denouncement.

Isley would comply, lest the greatest civil war in Mandalorian history begin.

So, he called [member="Miss Blonde"] and asked her to meet him at the Casino. She knew the one – way out in the middle of bum-kark-nowhere. It was there that the Mandalorian sat, ale in hand, whilst playing a round of "nine plus ten."

 

[Miss Blonde]

At one of her many properties in the Criminal Underworld the casino out in the middle of nowhere was none other than the old infamous Dragon Palace Casino, one that had stood since the days of the Red Ravens and now belonged to the Syndicate serving as one of their many outposts throughout the Galaxy. But that was enough about ambiance and settings, there was business to be had. And right about now it involved change in a less than positive way.

Spotting Isley from atop the pit managers sky booth the woman looked down from the two way mirror and locked onto the leader of the crusade and old friend. She had already prepared herself for a moment such as this, the day when the Ties services were no longer needed. But it was best to get it over with.

Making her way downstairs via a turbolift the small five foot one crime lord in her heels clacked in steady cadence as she walked down the pristine marble floors, past the slot machines, past the pizac tables, and over to the man that was [member="Isley Verd"] to sit down next to him and wave.

"You know I never bothered to learn how half these games were played, all I know was that they made money." She didn't bother speaking in the artificial tone that people who knew Miss Blonde were accustom to.

Isley knew it was her, and they were more or less alone in a sea of mindless drones gambling away their hard earned cash.

"Can I get you anything? Drink? Drugs? Food? Women?" she paused for a moment.

"Men?" she said with a slight chuckle.