Kali the Flygon
Devourer of Sandshrews
As Cuzakji took his vodka from the attendant, he looked over at the communicator on his arm. The communicator included a PDA and clock feature built in. It was 5 minutes past 8:00 local time. "He's late," the Kreel grunted to himself, sighing. He dipped his conical-shaped muzzle into his glass and slurped up a little of the alcoholic beverage. Another Kreel, a female, happened to enter the bar about this time, but he didn't pay much attention at first. She was kind of cute, but it wasn't like they were the only Kreel that happened to stop by a joint like this.
A couple minutes later, a human, tall and dark, dressed in a dark-brown raincoat and small brown hat, walked into the bar. He looked around for a moment, glanced at a slip of paper he held in his hand, just barely out from the long coat, then looked around again. Noticing Cuzakji, he finally walked over to him, pulling over a normal human chair and sitting in it.
"Cuza?" he asked, in a soft voice, almost a whisper. His combination beard/mustache hid most details of his mouth.
"You're late, Erin," Cuzakji replied.
"Yeah, yeah. Did you bring the shipment?"
"Of course.. And you have the money?"
"It's being wired to your account as we speak."
"Good..." Cuzakji pulled out a small pouch from a pocket connected to his communicator. He slid it over to the human.
"Pleasure doing business with you. And if you're interested, a friend of mine might just have a job for you." The human gave Cuza a computer chip. "Call him sometime."
The human stood back up and left the nightclub, just as the current song ended.
A couple minutes later, a human, tall and dark, dressed in a dark-brown raincoat and small brown hat, walked into the bar. He looked around for a moment, glanced at a slip of paper he held in his hand, just barely out from the long coat, then looked around again. Noticing Cuzakji, he finally walked over to him, pulling over a normal human chair and sitting in it.
"Cuza?" he asked, in a soft voice, almost a whisper. His combination beard/mustache hid most details of his mouth.
"You're late, Erin," Cuzakji replied.
"Yeah, yeah. Did you bring the shipment?"
"Of course.. And you have the money?"
"It's being wired to your account as we speak."
"Good..." Cuzakji pulled out a small pouch from a pocket connected to his communicator. He slid it over to the human.
"Pleasure doing business with you. And if you're interested, a friend of mine might just have a job for you." The human gave Cuza a computer chip. "Call him sometime."
The human stood back up and left the nightclub, just as the current song ended.