You won't meet Mr. Right in a place so Wrong(Dreya/Open)

[Dreya Shynn]

I follow the man's gaze to see a Hutt sitting near the bar. All walks of life hold a fascination with me because they are always so different. I look at the Hutt for a minute. "Why do you hate them?" I ask the man curiously.
[member="Christian Slade"]
[member="Popo"]

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian glanced back at Dreya from the disgusting Hutt he had been eyeing for a moment and answered her question, post haste. "They're greedy creatures who only care about money and filling their bellies. They also smell horrible, never bathe and are gelatinous creatures that are horrifying to look at and impatient, sore losers to boot.", he said, following her question with a sip of his whiskey and a smirk.

[member="Dreya Shynn"]

 

[Dreya Shynn]

I smile a bit, stifling a laugh. It is a little amusing to see how passionately he despises Hutts. "May it be a long and healthy hate," I say, grinning.
[member="Christian Slade"]
[member="Popo"]

 

[Christian Slade]

"I'd kill every one of them myself if I could.", Christian said, smirking and leaning back into his seat. As he did he glanced across the table at the girl while he took a sip from his glass and sat it back on the table. "So, trust me enough to take a sip of that drink yet? I'm sure you'll like it."

[member="Dreya Shynn"]

 

[Dreya Shynn]

I take a deep breath, and nod. I take the glass in my hand, close my eyes, and take a small sip. It is sweet on the tongue, but slightly bitter in the aftertaste. I smile at the man. "You were right. It's very sweet," I say, handing the glass back to him.
[member="Christian Slade"]
[member="Popo"]

 

[Popo]

A few minutes went by as the owner was found. After the man showed up, Popo began to talk business.

"I'll tell you what," the Shell Hutt stated politely, cutting straight to the chase. "I'm not one to mince words, so I'll state it plainly. I'd like to purchase your establishment for a fair price."

With this, Popo took a datapad out and set it on the table, making sure the bar owner saw the rather hefty number on the screen.

"I can leave you in position as a Manager, if you'd like, or you can just take the money and walk if that's what you'd prefer."

Meanwhile, the datapad in Popo's armor chirped discreetly and quietly on occasion. Each chirp was a confirmed purchase of a bar, a restaurant, a hotel, a casino, or one of many different types of establishments on the planet.

[member="Dreya Shynn"] [member="Christian Slade"]

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian smiled at the girl and took his glass back. "Good.", he said, hoping that she enjoyed it but keeping an eye on the hutt across the bar. "I wonder what he's up to?", Christian thought to himself.

[member="Popo"]
[member="Dreya Shynn"]