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RP [Lands End] Business deals

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"Sure thing honey, I'll be right back." Myrna said with a smile and made her way over to the bar. Along the way she stopped briefly to clear away plates and glasses some of the customers no longer needed. Once at the bar she grabbed two glasses, she filled one with ice and water, and the other with an amber fluid. It was apparent that she had done this before as the glass had a minimum head on it.

The menu seemed to consist of basic Nepleslian staples, man size portions of steak, or burgers with plenty of artery clogging grease and extras. On the back of the menu were lighter dishes obviously meant for more delicate pallets.

Placing the two glasses on a new tray, she made her way back over to the Jacob. She placed the two glasses on the table after first placing a small napkin for each.

"Today's special are lamb chops smothered in mushrooms, with your choice of sides. Or a shepherds pie. And if there is something you want that is not on the menu, I can see if the cook can make it for you."
 
Jacob picked up the glass of water and held it to his nose for a moment, taking in the scent of the water out of habit. Detecting only the hint of metal deposits from old pipes, he took a sip and nodded towards Myrna.

"Lamb chops sound like a winner," he said, then pulled the voucher he received from Talbot from his pocket and tapped its edge on the table. "The Boss gave me this, I assume it's good?" he asked her.
 
Myrna smiled, "We only use the good water for drinking. Its fresh rain water that we catch in cisterns and filter. Better than the recycled water that they use for cleaning stuff." She said watching him check the water.

"So do you want a baked potato, steak fries? And you have a choice of garlic bread, rolls." She looked at the voucher. "Yes, that voucher covers the meal, your beverages."
 
Jacob smirked again. A hot meal on the house, and high-quality food at that. It sure beat subsisting on protein bars and synthetic paste. He wondered just how the "Boss" of this place managed to pull all this off.

"Baked potato and a roll," he replied, eyeing her up and down, taking a drink of his beer after repeating the same ritual of sniffing it first. He had several questions he wanted to ask her, but wasn't sure whether or not now was a good time, or if she was even the right person to ask at all. For now, he just kept his self-assured grin and nodded, punctuating his request.
 
"Hope you like the beer, its imported. We got a shipment recently its a Nepleslian brew. The local stuff is not as nearly good. But then the local brewer is a former priest. I'll get your order put in and check on you." Myrna said.

She made her way back through the diner and clipped the order onto a board above an opening into the kitchen. She reached under the counter and brought out a small bowl. She walked back to Jacob and placed a bowl with some bread sticks in it. "For you while you wait."

She noticed one of her other customers needed her and walked over towards them. Part way there one of the other patrons reached out and grabbed Myrna. He pulled her into his lap and started pawing at her. Myrna gave the customer a solid slug to the chin and started to pull away from him, but he still had a firm grip on her wrist.

He hit Myrna with a back hand, but before the patron could do more, several of the other folks had weapons drawn and pointing at the man.

One of the men stood up and walked over. "You need to apologize and get the hell out. Before I have to help you out. Myrna's a Townie and you just made a big mistake by pawing her."

The offending person thought briefly about trying something, but seeing the other weapons decided staying alive was a better idea. He stood up and walked out with his escort.
 
When he heard the commotion, Jacob's hand instinctively snapped to his pistol. He watched as Myrna was accosted by an oafish lout at one of the tables some distance away, and was immediately torn about what he should do. It incensed him to see such behavior, but he doubted the wisdom of making waves among the populace his first day here. It wouldn't do for him to come all this way only to make enemies before he had the chance to make connections where it mattered.

Thankfully, within the instant it took him to decide that he couldn't sit by and watch it happen, his eyebrows shot up in surprise as he saw the waitress cold-cock the buffoon right on the chin. Right as he was about to mutter an impressed remark under his breath, almost a dozen guns were trained on the man who had overstepped his bounds with the attractive woman, and making it clear that he was no longer welcome.

Reclining back into his seat, he let go of his pistol grip and picked up his beer, smirking as he watched the shamed oaf shuffle out of the bar. Talbot apparently wasn't kidding about the Townies. And he guessed that the man was probably in for something worse than being outgunned and embarrassed for letting his trousers take control.

Taking a drink of the cold beer, his thoughts wandered to his sister. Despite the growing resentment for her that he had not been able to keep in check, he sincerely hoped she wasn't in similar circumstances.
 
Myrna thanked the guys closest to her. She then made her way to the restroom. A few minutes later she emerged her hair straightened and her face cleaned up. She walked over to the service window. She took several dishes off the window and put them on her tray. Picking up the tray she walked back over to Jacob.

"Here you go honey." she said with her warm smile. "Hope that little incident did not affect your appetite." She then put the first plate down which had his requested lamb chops. They were cooked nicely with a good sear on the surface. She then put down a small plate with a medium size potato. It had been cut open, and on the plate was a small container or butter. She then put down a small bowl with three rolls.

"Would you like some bacon bits for that potato, or some sour cream?" She also reached into the pocket in her apron, and put a bottle of steak sauce on the table.
 
"Are you kidding?" Jacob asked the waitress, still slightly but visibly impressed as she set the plate down in front of him. "That mighta been the sexiest thing I've seen a woman do in a long time. Helluva hammer you got there," he continued, indicating her uncoiled fist.

He waved off the bottle of steak sauce as he admired the sizzling plate of meat before him, and his mouth started to water. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a meal that looked or smelled this good. "Uh, sour cream is all, thanks," he replied.
 
Myrna chuckled and her cheeks flushed a bit. "Thanks, well I grew up with three older brothers. They taught me to how to take care of myself. We grew up in a neighborhood where you either took care of yourself, or you were a victim.

I'll be right back with the sour cream."

She walked over behind the bar and came back with a small container of sour cream. "Mind if I sit for a few minutes?" she asked.
 
Jacob nodded in idle understanding at Myrna's explanation as he sliced off an oversized chunk of his lamb and stuffed it crudely into his mouth, sighing in satisfaction at the succulent flavor. Damn, this is good, he thought. If he wasn't wondering before, he definitely wondered now how a place like this could hold onto such talented cooks, let alone get their hands on food like this. He figured the price wouldn't be right in a backwater system that preferred to stay "off the grid."

By the time the waitress returned, he had already devoured a third of his plate's contents and downed half of his beer and water. He looked up at her from under his brow quizzically when she asked to sit down, then glanced around at the other tables. He didn't say so, but the look on his face surely communicated his wonder at whether she had other things to attend to anyway. Shaking his head, he shrugged his face slightly and motioned to the seat across from him, fork still in hand. "Knock yourself out," he replied. "Long as you don't mind watching me eat."
 
"Thank you. I do not mind, it is nice to see some one who actually is taking the time to enjoy it." Myrna said and took a seat opposite him.

Myrna watched Jacob enjoy his meal. She smiled warmly because she truly enjoyed making her customers happy.

"Now this would be the time for me to ask what brings you here. But, that goes against the rules. So, I'll ask a question that is allowed. You planning on staying around, or taking an off world job?" she inquired.
 
Jacob cocked an eyebrow at Myrna's observation as he continued to eat, giving her a cursory glance. "I'd've figured people 'round here would appreciate the little things more," he answered.

He gave her a foxlike grin at her question, swallowing a bite of potato. "And I bet everyone you ask that says the same thing," he replied, and mockingly changed his voice to that of a bumbling attempt at a pass on her. "'If you're sticking around, cutie, I'll be staying too,'" he said jokingly, and jammed another forkful of lamb into his mouth, smirking.
 
"Some do, some don't. From what I have been able to figure. It is due in part to why they are here. Or more important. What their plans are." Myrna said in response to Jacob's initial comment.

"I am sticking around. There is nothing waiting for me out there except a very unpleasant death. Here, I have a place to call my own, a job that pays me enough for my needs. And the opportunity to meet interesting people." she said with a grin.
 
Jacob continued to eat his food impassively. He hadn't actually meant to ask about Myrna's motivations; he didn't care. It had only been a mildly crass joke intended to deflect her probing. But he wasn't bothered by it either.

He smirked slightly at her last comment, his beer glass hovering in his hand for a second below his chin before he took another long drink. "And I bet 'interesting' is putting it mildly, huh," he observed, setting the glass down and stuffing another bite of potato in his mouth.
 
Briggs Eli entered the bar, attempting to look as inconspicuous as possible. This was very new to him: being on the run, travelling from planet to planet, meeting people who he'd probably never see again. Maybe here at Land's End he'd be able to stop, maybe even contact his parents.

Eli had lived all his nineteen years sheltered on Yamatai. Sheltered, that is, until his friend had given him a book he now carried. A book for which his friend had died for.

"Watch it!" a patron growled as Eli stumbled into him. "Sorry," Eli muttered and ran a hand through his short, dark hair. He looked across the room and spotted a familiar face from the Grey Finch, talking to a waitress. He looked like the kinda guy who was familiar with places like these, and Eli needed friends. All he had to his name was the clothes he wore, the book, and a coupon for one meal. Walking slowly, being careful to not upset anyone else, he made his way over.
 
Myrna gave a hearty laugh and replied. "Well, interesting takes on a whole new meaning here on Lands End. But I'm usually a good judge of character, been her long enough to know how to spot potential trouble. I will be back in a few to check on you." Then made her way to a few of the patrons who appeared to be finished. She took the plates and such that they no longer needed, and refilled drinks for those who wanted to stay and chat. She kept a watchful eye on Jacob and more to the point, the person who was making his way over to him.
 
Eli's eyes followed the pretty barmaid as she left the table, before turning back to focus on his target. "Hi, I'm Eli. We, ah, came in on the same ship, but never talked. I was wondering... can I sit?"
 
A resounding *BANG* rang through the restaurant as a muscular woman with a mane of red hair and sharp green eyes sauntered in. Surveying the motley gaggle of customers, she kept a keen image of the man she was looking for in her mind's eye. Of course, the chance of meeting so soon were astronomically low, but she couldn't help but be both dissapointed and relieved at the same time. A man of his, well, disposition, couldn't be pleasant to be around.

The trip was painless enough, she had thought, but had also given her insight into the general populace of Land's End, 'weatherworn' seemed to fit the best to her. That Talbot, though, he had an almost tireless manner. It assured her of two things: that she was safe, and the townies were safer. That might be problematic. For now though, she was just a mechanic, as she'd always been.

Unable to find her client, she settled for the next best thing. "Ooh, you're a cute one, aren't ya?" she said to a nervous looking man with black hair. Dragging him to a seat near the man he was talking to before, she situated herself next to him. "So," she started," in like the rest of 'em?"
 
Jacob, chewing a generous mouthful of lamb chop with another chunk waiting on standby at the end of his elevated fork, glanced up at the young, dark-haired kid that looked like he was ready to bolt at the first sign of trouble. Instantly he recognized him as one of the small entourage of passengers aboard the ship he'd flown in on, and thankfully it wasn't No-Neck. Slightly annoyed by the interruption, he sized him up, saying nothing for a few seconds as he chewed his food. He did, however, feel a tiny modicum of pity for the kid; by the looks of him, he wasn't used to places like this. "Yeah, sure," he replied around the mouthful of food before swallowing it, then looked back down at his plate as he stuffed the next waiting forkload in.

The bang from near the front made his eyes dart upwards to its source, but he otherwise remained still. An intense looking, powerfully-built woman had made quite the entrance, which contrasted sharply with the way many of the residents seemed content to remain as invisible as possible. He kept his eyes on her as she wove through the diner, keenly aware of the pistol on his belt but making no move for it, nor ceasing enjoying his meal. When the red-head spotted his newly arrived and univited guest, he had to supress a grin at the way she manhandled him, wondering how the kid was going to handle it, but never taking his eyes off of the situation.
 
Myrna turned around to identify the source of the bang and saw woman entering. She watched as stranger dove into the room and then grabbed a person and pulled him into a chair. She also noted a number of the patrons all going to a heightened state. No weapons were being drawn, but folks were definitely watching and waiting.
 
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