Let's Make a Deal

[O.W. Outcast]

OW followed Garrick who had told him he had something to show him. OW had gotten over Yurga pretty quick and waited for Garrick to show him what he had. Although OW hoped Garrick wasn't just being perverted and actually had something to show him rather then his privates. OW followed him to an apartment building and then up a few flights of stairs.

"Your going to have to get more liquor in me before you can take me to your home and get me to sleep with you Garrick."

OW just grinned.

[Garrik]

:: Garrik chuckled, slapping his knee with exaggerated mirth, then unlocked the door ::

"If you've got the credits to spend, I've got some high end merchandise for you."

[O.W. Outcast]

"I always got the credits."

The door swung open and OW's eyes shot as wide as they could go. Without a thought he dragged Garrick into the room and slammed the door shut behind them. OW's eyes went back to what was on the table then back to Garrick.

"Are you an Idiot? You don't bring your kill’s home to play with. You especially don't just leave them on table naked. Are you trying to get caught?"

OW was completely flustered this was not high quality merchandise this was a dead chick. Garrick must have thought OW was into dead things or something odd like that.

"If you needed me to dispose of a body for you, you should have asked before you killed her and brought her home for dinner. Your not one of those cannibals are you? I read about them once."

[Garrik]

:: Garrik laughed again, walking over to the heavenly body on the table ::

"This is an HRD." ;)

[O.W. Outcast]

"Oh! I knew that."

OW was trying to cover his tracks. He didn't want Garrik to think he couldn't tell the difference between a droid and a real human.

"I was just jesting. Any way so you got yourself a HRD? There a bit expensive how exactly did you get your hands on one? Also how much will it cost me that is if I am interested?"

He didn't want to seem too interested in the product. This was business after all and open for negotiation.

[Garrik]

"I was doing collections on Cloud City. Salas has been skimming profits, so I figure I'd take her off his hands til he pays up.

:: Garrik grinned, patting the HRD appreciatively on the thigh as he admired her ::

"She's a sweet piece of work, isn't she?"

:: The Corellian seemed more mesmerized with her than actually selling her ::

"You got nine million?"

[O.W. Outcast]

If OW's eyes could bug out any further then they already did then they where bugging out even further as he mentioned price. It was a bit steep; even though OW had the money he didn't want Garrick to know that. The business man in OW came to the for front at that moment.

"You say nine I say four. I don't know what kind of sleazy things Salas might have done to it."

OW looked over the HRD one more time on the table. He rubbed his chin to show Garrick he was still interested and willing to bargain with the man if he was willing.

"I also don't see and operator’s manual. Do you have a counter offer my friend?"

[Garrik]

"She's been through a full nutrient bath cycle, three times. She's squeaky clean. I'll knock off 1 million for you."

:: Garrik cleared his throat in amusement ::

"You wanna talk to her yourself?"