Money always changes everything. Delivery had been made, payment had been accepted, and he was one step closer. After such a long time in Vierlande, money could buy you almost anything. Anything except the company of a woman. There were only one or two of the female guards who turned "tricks" for some of their favorite toys - he had no been an instrument of choice. And while he yearned for the ...touch, he somehow knew it was not to be.
"Junkers," he muttered to himself, crossing the bar. They had sequestered themselves at Tinkers - like they owned the place. Some hot chick in a yellow dress was putting some moves on an old guy - wait - did she just lift his wallet? He wasn't sure, and headed for a corner. He'd seen this tart before - her name was Candi or something consumable like that. She looked the part, but she could have been anyone.
She was someone worth watching if she was staging in the Cantina.
