> > Forwarded for greg... > >OOC: What's wrong Greg? Nothing. I can't do websuz.com from work... > > > "Never been accused of having much sense, Danny... And when you're > > > back from vacation, we need to really talk," Woof says. > >"Yeah, maybe." Danny says. > > > >>> Danny then starts down the alley back toward the sidewalk... > > > > > > "Buy you a drink at Mamma's?" Woof says, following, "or you beatin' > > > feet doubletime?" > >"No." Danny turns back and says quickly, "Look Woof, this whole thing is >more dangerous than drawing to an inside straight with an IOU that you >can't cover in the pot and the guy across the table from you showing a >pair of aces...and named Pickax. Anybody even *near* the table when the >play is made is in danger of making a *permanate* fold. I'm taking it on >the lam just as fast as my feet can take me. If I could do it, I'd get >off the planet and our of the system." "Been there. Done that. You telling me Pickaxe is back in system? The /Foolya 4/ lit outa here just as we were lifting for Mark," Woof presses him for the info. > > > Presuming he declines the drink, go to a newsstand, pick up the > > > latest newsies, then hit a different watering hole than the Karlos' > > > and read the news, as well as the surreptitiously palmed and > > > pocketed note. > >Woof doesn't see, or feel, anyone following him as he walks down the >street. He picks up a printout at a corner newstand for a mark and >crosses the street to a small bar called "The Prince's Arms." > >Stopping just inside the door he sees that about half the people in this >bar are dressed in the uniforms of the Imperial Mark Marines. Looking >around quickly he doesn't see any officer's uniforms, but there are >several tables of NCO's here as well as a number of the enlisted from >the lower ranks at tables and along the bar. Music from a jukebox is >playing and there are several couples, both uniformed and in civilian >clothing, slow dancing to the bluesy music. Woof sees an empty booth >against the far wall and moves across to it, taking a seat. > >"What can I get ya?" a barmaid asks appearing at his booth almost as if >by magic almost as soon as he sits down. She is a young blonde, a little >on the plump side, but busty, with her hair pulled back from her face >into a pony tail. Several strands of her hair has gotten loose and is >hanging in stings down the side of her face. She smiles at Woof, "Don't >think I've seen you in here before." "I'm not sure I've been in here before either. I'd have remembered you~~," he says smoothly, waiting for her to give her name. "Give me [equivalent of Bud] on tap... And something to take the edge off my hunger..." Woof
