Log:Hutt Cartel: A Deal Date

A Deal Date

OOC Date: April 23, 2018
Location: Eebua VIP Lounge - Hutt District, Nar Shaddaa
Participants: Usha, Yoska Lash

Late morning is an odd time to be at the Emerald Club. The place isn't even really open yet at this time, which is made evident by the lack of lighting and the various workers still sweeping and cleaning from the night before. The VIP lounge is practically empty, save for Usha, who is sitting at a back corner booth with an ash tray and some sort of Hair of the Dog beverage and the bartender that silently cleans glasses at the bar. She is awaiting a certain guest, who she's instructed the Trandoshan guards to gentley escort to this table, her cigarette lit as she watches the news on a far screen. This moment is an intimate glimpse inside the Cartel - one where the day is new and it hasn't put its makeup on for those outside yet.

Yoska Lash looks like he's wearing yesterday's eyeliner and hasn't brushed his hair, but then again, that's sort of how Yoska always looks. Gold eyes cast a mildly curious look around as he enters, but not so interested that he seems likely to go poking around in cupboards. Then again, he's Ryn. Anything not nailed down is his, and anything he can pry loose is not nailed down. Once he's led to Usha's table, big grin. "Am I in trouble?"

Usha can't help but match the Ryn's big grin with one of her own. "Certainly not," she replies, astonished that he would even think such a thing. "I'm simply following up on my sentiments that you deserve some bigger fish to fry. Please have a seat." She gestures her magenta red hand over to the chair before snapping her fingers to summon the bartender. A drag from her cigarette is taken and she then offers, "What can I get for you? Something to eat or drink? Perhaps something stronger to get through this rough morning?" Her tone is awfully casual. Is this a date perhaps???

Yoska slides into the booth and instantly devolves into a slouch that takes up too much space, arms up along the top of the booth. He orders something like space vodka without a mixer, clear alcohol that doesn't have much taste other than it's alcohol. Ice. When it arrives, he drinks it like he's not any stranger to the booze, but like Yoyo and self control aren't necessarily on speaking terms. He also bites up ice cubes, crunch crunch. "I've had way rougher mornings, ya feel me? This is a really nice morning. I know where I am /and/ how I got there, /and/ I know everybody I'm supposed to know, still got my pants and both boots, and there's this really good little time where I can have whatever I want before the other person wants what they want." Crunch crunch. "Not a rough morning at all!"

Usha snickers at that response and in agreement nods, "Yes, I suppose that does make it a good morning. There's one night I started off in Corsucant and woke up two rims out, stranded in an open valley on Takodana. Found a weird tattoo on my calf. And that too wasn't even my worse morning." Some more Hair of the Dog is consumed because the ice crunching is taking a toll on her headache, but Usha refuses to let it distract her. "I would, however, love to make this an excellent morning for you, but I think we should take our time a bit. Get to know each other." Yep. It's a date. It's a trap date. "How'd you get into our line of work anyway?"

"Yah, once I woke up tied to a bed on Kessel wearin' nothing except jewelry and unrealistic expectations while a Dug ho laughed at me and took my money and my brother and sister were already in orbit and left me behind," Yoska admits, drinking. "That was terrible," he adds, in a tone that suggests a certain amount of self pity still in play here. She goes on, and he pauses, looking briefly at the exit and then back to Usha. "People don't want to get to know me," he points out, like she missed the memo. "People don't /like/ me. That's not a thing that happens." He's suspicious here, but only slightly, mostly he's just stoked there's free drinks, it seems like.

Usha winces at the tale and says, "Your siblings sound like bastards - I mean that affectionately, of course. You seem to play around with them as much as they play with you. If that doesn't define family, I don't know what does." She shrugs, but also senses the tension of their present meeting. So Usha offers something about herself in return. "I have two siblings myself actually. Back in Zeltros - I think. I'm the oldest. Though our dynamic doesn't seem anything close to yours and Maireni's."

There's an understanding nod that follows Yoska's skepticism. And while this is clearly a business meeting, Usha's interest seems genuine, with no threat of immediate violence. "You're right. Being Ryn, I'm sure not many care to take you too seriously. You tend to all be a flighty sort. But I do business a little differently." A red finger taps ash into the tray. "You see, I prefer to work with people I can trust. And I can't tell if you're trustworthy if I know nothing about you. Does that sound fair?" Usha also adds, "I'll answer questions you have about me, if you answer questions I have about you."

"They're stupid," Yoska volunteers about his siblings, securing another drink while he occupies his hands with folding a napkin into an intricate shape. "Mari's two years older. Fennix is six years older. It's always been just us though, so I guess I'm stuck with 'em." He looks up briefly and raises a brow, amused. "You probably shouldn't trust anybody, ya feel me? I done this since I was a little kid though. On places with laws, little kids can get away with shit that adults can't. Less suspicious. So I guess I was a mule for a while, then eventually just started slinging it. It's not hard. We move, we land somewhere new, I figure out who's in charge there, I buy, I sell."

Usha listens patiently as Yoska talks, occasionally taking a swig or a drag. Something about the mention of kids makes her brow furrow as she admits, "Yeah. I was ten when I got into all this." 'All this' is left ambiguous. Upon his advice though, she shrugs, "Yeah. I probably shouldn't. And hell, maybe when it comes down to it, I don't trust anyone." But then Usha points out, "Still, that mentality is a quick way to isolate yourself. Which might be okay for the soul, but its limiting on the pocket. Don't you ever want to get to place where you're stable enough to call your own shots?" Then smirking adds, "Not kowtowing to an organization like the cartel, whenever they put a bigger player on the board?" Not literally bigger. Yoyo is bigger than Usha. For sure.

Yoska relaxes into the alcohol he's probably drinking on an empty stomach, and gestures vaguely. Bracelets jangle as he talks with his hands. "I trust Ryn. But not aliens. No offense. Just it's my people, ya feel me?" He goes to take a drink... cup is empty, just a rattle of ice cubes. Sad. And confusing. When did that happen? He looks up again, and blinks owlishly at Usha. "Uhh," Yoyo says, intelligently. "What're you asking me? If I want to run a cartel?" He hesitates, turning the thought over in his mind like he's trying to figure out the nature of an unfamiliar object. "I mean... who doesn't want power and money? I do. You do. Everybody does. But stayin' in one place a hutt that never leaves his hover sled, I can't do it, Oosh. I'd die. Literally, I would super die." He eyes her. "Why are you asking me what I want?"

Usha takes no such a offense and instead casually summons over the bartender for a second round. He obliges quickly, silently, and is gone immediately after the drinks are set. "Doesn't have to be a cartel. It could be a personal business. Anything that would build your reputation past being a street urchin slinging small grams of whatever-the-fuck of dubious quality. Serious credits." The cig is snuffed. She leans in, looking straight into the Ryn's gold eyes. "I'm asking because I need someone for an important deal coming up for the cartel. Now, I can pay any old fart for this one deed and be done with them. Or I can pay you and open up an opportunity for you to grow so you can increase your personal value and get you to a place where you can demand more than the measly crumbs others throw you." Leaning back in her seat, "I'm a business woman, I like investments. Are you interested?"

Yoska bristles slightly, buzzed and offended! "What're you tryin'a say about my product," he replies at 'dubious quality,' "My product is ahMAYzing, especially the synth spice that --" He pauses and reconsiders. "Yeah no actually that was pretty bad, that last batch I cooked. But nobody DIED, soooooo." Big shrug. "Anyway if you don't buy the stuff I made the quality is great, ya feel me? It's great." Both brows lift as she says she needs someone for something, and he replies instantly, "I want ten thousand credits."

Unfazed, Yoska ticks items off on his fingers. "I want ten thousand credits, and a date with that hot milf that owns the Blue Light. That'd be great. And I guess at some point I want to know what I need to do, but like, what wouldn't I do for ten thousand credits and a hot milf? Real small list." He holds a thumb and forefinger together a nano-space apart. "Reeeeeeeal small."

Usha exhales smoke through her nose. It makes her look as irritated as she feels. She should have known better than to deal with a drunk Ryn. "Two-thousand credits for the current task, plus coverage for any medical treatment you might need as a result of it." Medical treatment? That's why Yoyo should've asked!!! "Five-thousand from the final profits that come from the end buyer. And if all goes smoothly, I will include you on future cartel ventures." Her initial offer is layed out. She drinks more of her own drink and adds, "I don't know the milk from the Blue Light."

"Give me ten and I'll get Mari to do it too," Yoska haggles, holding up two fingers sporting three rings. "Twooooo for the price of one. That's even better, right? And for stars sake, Ooshaboosh, she's not hard to find. You just go there and ask. You can't miss her. She's stacked. Yah but listen, I can definitely get my sister to do whatever this is, too."

Usha blinks her black eye at this twofer a minute while a light seems to come on in her head. "Seven-thousand up front. Including both your medical expenses," she counters. "No milf. Go ask a pimp if you want to get laid."

"Fine, no milf! You're a drag. Like you wouldn't try to hit that, too," Yoska grumbles as he relinquishes his dreams of a date with Kasia Ashkuri. "I can't afford pimps with anyone as nice as that! And anyway I try to take money for that more than I part with money for that, ya feel me? It's bad sometimes and sometimes it's got tentacles and that's probably how I got the Scale four times, but... anyway... okay, yah. Seven thousand. Mea nd Mari. Including medical expenses."

Usha's brow furrows as Yoska details his sexual adventures and closes her eyes and holds a hand up to quiet him down. "You know what Yoska. I think you were right before. I don't really want to get to know you THAT much." Once again the bartender is summoned, and brings over a small briefcase-like carrier which he opens for Usha to reveal gold credits neatly organized inside. "Five...six...seven," the Zeltron counts the appropriate amount of credits into a pouch. But before she hands it over to Yoska...

"You and Maireni will come to our next cartel meeting, where you will be test subjects of a new serum we have coming in. It will increase your agression, while somewhat numbing any anxiety, fear, and sense of pain. And you will fight each other in front of the cartel. The effects shouldn't last more than 12 hours, we will make sure you don't kill each other. The side effects ... well... it shouldn't be anything permanent." Clutching the pouch of credits Usha oncemore looks at him directly, "Yoska, silence from you and your sister is mandatory. Understand?"

"I'm just saying that next time I'm charging more if there's tentacles," Yoska protests, because he's clearly a person who believes the correct response to 'stop talking' is 'I'm just saying.' AKA, the worst kind of person. When the carrier appears, he lights up like it's the briefcase in Pulp Fiction, just awash in lust and wonder, but he does restrain his grabby hands long enough to listen to the terms and conditions. Aggression, fighting, in front of people, 12 hours, prooooobably not permanent. Nod nod nod. "Yah. Yah. Okay," he confirms, "Yah. Don't tell anyone. Sure. If you change these terms and conditions without warning, Ushita, like Majun gets bored and throws a monster in our fight, that's okay but there's gonna be a fee afterwards."

Tentacles. Boss Monster at the end. "Those are all fair terms," Usha conceeds both to those additional clauses and the money. The pouch is handed directly into Yoska's palm, so he can feel the weight of that beauty in his hand. "I will see you here then in a couple of nights." Rest up and eat your wheaties Yoyo.

MONEY. Yoska does light up, hard-wired to do apparently anything for money, and now there's money, and it's SO WORTH IT, and sure maybe they'll claw each others' eyes out like angry space raccoons, but it's WORTH IT. He clings to the pouch, the heft and weight of it. Oh money, beautiful money. "And if we skip town we're dead in every remotely habitable system," he's at least smart enough to fill in a blank, and then grins. "I gotcha." He gets up, "Listen though if you get bored, you're not normally my type, buuuuuut, very reasonable rates, ya feel me?" Yoyo clutches the pouch and then immediately scampers off calling over his shoulder, "ONLYKIDDINGDON'THURTME," and then he's gone.