Information, and cash. [ Is there anything better? ]
Bagged an invitation to a private card game from one of the high rolling crooks that drinks at the bar. There's supposed to be a few people who are involved in interesting things playing. Drugs, weapons, that kind of bullshit.
Two sets of eyes, hands, and ears, is better than one, but since there's only one invitation, you're going to play, and I'm going to be your date. Thanks to knowing me from my job, the guy who invited me doesn't expect much from me. People like that don't guard their wallets, or watch what they say around me. You might have to charm them.
[ There's a little bit of time before he responds as he nulls over his current situation. Cards aren't exactly physically exerting and his concussion shouldn't be made worse for doing this.
It's his face and any knowledge about what he'd done is what he's concerned about. And if they know about him then how will it affect Nami? ]
You seem pretty confident about all of those things.
[ The mention of Wanda makes things...mildly worrisome. Mostly because Wanda would err towards putting him in something silly - if only to tease him. ]
[ Because Nami isn't interested in answering any questions about what she's up to, well aware that it more likely than not, will get back to the guys. ]
[ And he technically does mean that. Potential for teasing from Wanda aside, they're likely thinking along the same lines in that the less people involved in this, the better. Not that he's aware that Nami is worried about more than just Wanda getting involved. If he did though he'd understand why the secrecy.
The shopping trip is relatively uneventful in that they find him a suit that looks tailored enough for him to wear. Funnily enough, the card game follows a similar theme of uneventfulness which, by his standards, is refreshing for once. Not once is he recognized for his antics with the loan sharks and when that becomes apparent he lets down his guard - but not by much. He could never be too careful. Especially if he was also inadvertently keeping an eye out for Nami.
All the same Cassian slips into the part with ease, throwing out a false name ("Alyx"), keeping an ear out for the gossip and the banter about illicit petty crimes that seem to make up the lifeblood of Panorama. He also keeps his word to Nami: doing well enough at cards but not enough that it would draw ire or suspicion. They leave with a tidy lump sum split between them and information on going's on between the middle men of these raider groups that he doesn't know what quite what to do with yet.
And surprisingly, he's invited back. Apparently his charm had worked. And he can't help but be somewhat amused by it as a heaping pile of waffle fries and very strong smelling cocktails are slid in front of them in the dive bar they'd found not too far from the bar they were playing at. He tugs slightly at the tie he'd donned as part of his disguise and runs a hand through his hair mussing up the slicked back style Nami had suggested he go with as his nose wrinkles some at the fumes wafting from the cocktail. ]
[ While she isn't afforded the luxury of a fake name with a few of Chasing Tail's regulars in attendance, this room is still easy enough to work. It helps that while her choice of dress is the curve hugging kind, not dissimilar in cut to the outfit she has to wear to work, she doesn't have those stupid bunny ears on. Feeling cute while descending into the proverbial underworld is important– after all, any con is a confidence game.
She'd been sure Cassian wasn't the kind of guy to blow something as simple as a few hands of cards, but based on how he carried himself, she feels confident in thinking she's discovered a useful ally. He may not have done specifically this before, she thinks she can tell that this isn't the man's first time telling a few well-placed lies to achieve his ends. Useful information to file away for later, much like a good deal of the conversations she's privy to around the card table. Names, businesses, all of it not useful yet, but she's working on it. Nami even goes so far as to assign herself the job of keeping everybody's drinks topped off in between moments of leaning against the armrest of Cassian's chair, doing her bit to keep up appearances while gathering all the information she can.
By all accounts, it's a success, that the drinks being set down before her and Cassian on the bar smell as potent as she wanted them to is a very happy bonus. ]
Double whiskey sours. [ A drink she's acquired a taste for since her arrival. They cover up the piss poor quality alcohol that gets slung in most of the lower class bars. One glass gets slid towards him before she snatches up a waffle fry out of the basket to enjoy with her drink. ]
So are we gonna go to the next one or what– [ Dusting the stray grains of salt off her fingers, she fixes him with an amused smirk. ] Alyx?
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A suit hasn't exactly been at the top of my list of things to buy.
And you haven't answered my question.
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If I find something, would you wear it?
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Bagged an invitation to a private card game from one of the high rolling crooks that drinks at the bar. There's supposed to be a few people who are involved in interesting things playing. Drugs, weapons, that kind of bullshit.
Two sets of eyes, hands, and ears, is better than one, but since there's only one invitation, you're going to play, and I'm going to be your date. Thanks to knowing me from my job, the guy who invited me doesn't expect much from me. People like that don't guard their wallets, or watch what they say around me. You might have to charm them.
Are you in?
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It's his face and any knowledge about what he'd done is what he's concerned about. And if they know about him then how will it affect Nami? ]
You seem pretty confident about all of those things.
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What I'm saying is you seem pretty confident that I'll come along.
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So?
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From that business with Janice.
You're willing to take that risk?
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But there's a risk
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Did you see their faces?
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No one got away if that's what you're asking
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You sure you're up for this?
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When is the game?
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I know the shop. I can meet you there.
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[ Because Nami isn't interested in answering any questions about what she's up to, well aware that it more likely than not, will get back to the guys. ]
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[ And he technically does mean that. Potential for teasing from Wanda aside, they're likely thinking along the same lines in that the less people involved in this, the better. Not that he's aware that Nami is worried about more than just Wanda getting involved. If he did though he'd understand why the secrecy.
The shopping trip is relatively uneventful in that they find him a suit that looks tailored enough for him to wear. Funnily enough, the card game follows a similar theme of uneventfulness which, by his standards, is refreshing for once. Not once is he recognized for his antics with the loan sharks and when that becomes apparent he lets down his guard - but not by much. He could never be too careful. Especially if he was also inadvertently keeping an eye out for Nami.
All the same Cassian slips into the part with ease, throwing out a false name ("Alyx"), keeping an ear out for the gossip and the banter about illicit petty crimes that seem to make up the lifeblood of Panorama. He also keeps his word to Nami: doing well enough at cards but not enough that it would draw ire or suspicion. They leave with a tidy lump sum split between them and information on going's on between the middle men of these raider groups that he doesn't know what quite what to do with yet.
And surprisingly, he's invited back. Apparently his charm had worked. And he can't help but be somewhat amused by it as a heaping pile of waffle fries and very strong smelling cocktails are slid in front of them in the dive bar they'd found not too far from the bar they were playing at. He tugs slightly at the tie he'd donned as part of his disguise and runs a hand through his hair mussing up the slicked back style Nami had suggested he go with as his nose wrinkles some at the fumes wafting from the cocktail. ]
What is that?
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She'd been sure Cassian wasn't the kind of guy to blow something as simple as a few hands of cards, but based on how he carried himself, she feels confident in thinking she's discovered a useful ally. He may not have done specifically this before, she thinks she can tell that this isn't the man's first time telling a few well-placed lies to achieve his ends. Useful information to file away for later, much like a good deal of the conversations she's privy to around the card table. Names, businesses, all of it not useful yet, but she's working on it. Nami even goes so far as to assign herself the job of keeping everybody's drinks topped off in between moments of leaning against the armrest of Cassian's chair, doing her bit to keep up appearances while gathering all the information she can.
By all accounts, it's a success, that the drinks being set down before her and Cassian on the bar smell as potent as she wanted them to is a very happy bonus. ]
Double whiskey sours. [ A drink she's acquired a taste for since her arrival. They cover up the piss poor quality alcohol that gets slung in most of the lower class bars. One glass gets slid towards him before she snatches up a waffle fry out of the basket to enjoy with her drink. ]
So are we gonna go to the next one or what– [ Dusting the stray grains of salt off her fingers, she fixes him with an amused smirk. ] Alyx?
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