I knew my bodyguards were laughing at me, though they were doing a pretty good job of hiding it. As they were also doing a good job of not being completely obvious they were bodyguards. Being a Vigo in my own right meant I could, and should, bring muscle along with me on business trips. Not like the old days when I was a glorified personal assistant/bodyguard myself.
I guess I'm supposed to feel good about moving up the food chain. Instead I just get less sleep. The thing about a food chain is that there's always something bigger out there.
I looked steadily at the Rotten Eyeblaster and then at the kid who'd just sat down. "I'm pretty sure it's a drink." I saw Gronan at the other end of the bar make a bottoms up hand gesture, and I glared at him.
The bartender leaned close, and she said, "If you leave it long enough the egg undergoes a chemical change and gets hard. Better drink it now before you have to chew it." She winked, wiping a glass and pushing a napkin over to me.
Well. I'd done my fair share of distasteful things before, mainly in the bedroom with Sasseeri. I raised the multicolored drink to my lips, opened the back of my throat and chugged it. I set the glass back down, licking my lips, and picked up the napkin. There was a note in Aurebesh written on it.
*
I turned around on my stool and looked at the booth. There was a greasy human sitting in it, complete with a cheap suit and a laid back look about him. He looked like a used speeder salesman. My stomach churned, complaining about what I'd just put into it, and I ordered a water before walking over to the booth.
"I hear you're looking to do some business while you're in town," I said. "Mind if I join you?"
* booth behind you guy looking to unload some product, thought you'd be interested
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