Lou smiled: "Don't ya worry, kiddo. As long as you keep the cardie flowing, I don't mind you sniffin' a little on the side." - he finished his ale and signaled the bartender - "Two ales, Moe! By the way, I still have that liquid orange the giant blue jelly gave us. It's in my ship. You can have it, just go easy on it, ok? I don't want'ya turning telepathic or something all of a sudden..."
Moe arrived with two Liberty Ales, and returned to the bar. As Lou was drinking from his one, the datapad beeped. It was Burt, the Niverton Rogues' chief mechanic:
"The folks at Allentown have an old gitano chassis laying there. It's only the hull, though. No engine or scanners, nothing. The owner wants 132,900 credits. It's almost free. They were about to melt it down..."
"Ok, I will transfer the money. Have it towed back here and prepare it to fly." - answered Lou, closing the comms. He then quickly tranfered the credits to the Allentown base vendor account - "And now we wait for the mollys to answer your message..." - he said to Ted.
