Deceptively Good Day Who: Domino and Werewolf What: Job negotiations gone wrong. Or right depending on your point of view. When: Core Date 15.03.2867 Where: Harrod's Bar, Red Light, Core Warning: Violence and swearing
The client's terms had been simple, straightforward and damning: "We'll do the exchange on Red Light." Famous last words. Especially for the sap agreeing to those terms. Of course most people didn't fly around the `verse with a living good luck charm as their captain so maybe this wouldn't go down quite as badly as it could. All things considered, though, Jack wasn't going to hold his breath. For one thing, that would have made it tad more difficult to continue drinking. Red Light might be dangerous and unpleasant, but he had to admit that they had pretty much perfected the art of making cheap beer that would give you a decent buzz without stripping the lining off your throat and stomach. Until at least the fourth one. By which point no one was sober enough to really care so it all worked out.
The beer was cheap, the lunar cycle wasn't due to start for at least two weeks in this particular system, the company was at least somewhat intelligent--Domino's anyway--and Harrod's seemed to be the only bar on the planet that didn't smell completely of stale sex, though he wasn't going to be shifting into the Werewolf anytime soon because the reek was still pretty potent. All in all it wasn't a bad planetside journey.
Other than the fact that the client was late. By at least forty minutes. Another person would have assumed the worse. Jack normally would have assumed the worst, too, but, hey, living good luck charm. Which meant that he could consider the worse but not necessarily have to consign himself to it.
"Game of darts? I'll let you win," he asked his companion with a grin. He had no allusions about them waiting around here forever, but they might at least make the most of it while they could.