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OWEN SHAW | 35

Born and raised in London, resident of the world. Any more personal information given only to those willing to ask for it.

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"This is Shaw. Leave your message, get back to you once I can."

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[hjack69]

[ Those teeth tho. Consider Jack officially Interested. ]

My girl's a friggin' dead-eye - back when she took paid jobs, she used to do trick crap for birthday parties. You know, between the domme gigs and hanging people and stuff.

[ Hanging people is pretty new, actually, but after he gave her an entire town she did have a lot of room to decorate. He tries not to think about Nisha too much here, though, because he's not used to missing anyone, so the tangent is one he takes gladly. ]

Hey, now, you can't lead in like that and not dish. You gotta tell me what kind of dirt you were doing.

[ Because "mercenary" doesn't always immediately mean "illegal" where Jack's from, but this is sounding pretty shady. Not that he's one to judge. ]

[badluckwithplanes]

Busy woman. You as much a go-getter as her?

Maybe it would be quicker to name what I wasn't doing. Hypothetically speaking.

[He still hasn't quite copped to talking about just how much of a criminal he was in public on the station yet - he's not sure if he wants that information being freely spread around.]

[hjack69]

I keep busy. Can't say I'm as good with a whip, but I'm working on it.

Sounds exciting. You're not one of those pretentious art thief jackasses, right?

[badluckwithplanes]

Goodness no. I steal things far more valuable, both in practicality and profit.

[hjack69]

And you're gonna be cute and not tell me what, aren't you? Gonna make me work for it?

Jewel thief. Gotta be. You're too pretty for violent crime, cupcake.

[ He knows damn well that you don't have to look like a psycho to be one, Moxxi, but it's not like Shaw can get away without some level of taunting here. ]

[badluckwithplanes]

[Cute, Jack. You call that taunting?]

I've always believed function and form should be paired. Something can be sleek and glossy on the outside, but it should have muscle underneath.

[Is he talking about him or things he steals? Why not both.]

[hjack69]

That a fact?

[ Is he talking about himself, or what he steals? Jack's interested despite himself, too nosy for his own good. ]

Big car fan? I'd tell you all about my collection, but I'm getting the feeling I might not be able to get rid of you after.

[badluckwithplanes]

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[hjack69]

Don't worry. I can take my time where it counts.

What makes you think you're my type in the first place, pumpkin? Maybe I came here for some light conversation. Like all the other run-of-the-mill jackoffs around here.

[ He definitely did not come here for light conversation. ]

ugh look at that borked html.... /dies of shame

[badluckwithplanes]

You definitely don't go about it the same as those other jackoffs, in that case.

But then I'm assuming not everyone here acts like they were raised in a convent. Just far more than should have been chosen for this mission.

IT'S ALL GOOD i've borked so much html in my day, man

[hjack69]

What can I say? I'm one of a kind, sweetheart.

And I friggin' know, right? Who thought grabbing all the kids and virgins for Sex Planet was a good idea? You can find a couple freaks if you know where to look, sure, but honestly? Kind of underwhelmed.

[ He's exaggerating; it hasn't been so bad, he's had some fun, but he was honestly expecting more of a trashy hentai theme. ]

[badluckwithplanes]

Likewise. Whatever their screening process was it needs work. That or this really was the best they could do. In which case I'm a bit concerned for the future of most galaxies. After all you need to reproduce to keep up a population.

And where is it you look to find the freaks, then? Assuming that's somewhere other than a mirror.

[It's friendly teasing! Maybe.]

[hjack69]

Look who's talking. Got a smile like a goddamn bear trap.

[ More probably friendly teasing! ]

Honestly though, I'm not sure I should tell you. Where's the incentive for me?

[badluckwithplanes]

Bear trap? Sounds like you're hoping for a chance to test out my jaw strength.

[Not answering the question about incentives. Or did he just go and do that??]

[hjack69]

Are you offering?

I'll bring the wine.

[badluckwithplanes]

You look like white meat so it should be a sauvignon blanc.

[hjack69]

A wine pairing, huh? That's a whole new kind of kinky.

You doing anything tonight?

[ As if any of them are doing anything important here. Still, maybe Shaw's all booked for hookups tonight. ]

[badluckwithplanes]

[The truthful answer is 'no'. But he contemplates, and after weighing and measuring the options decides he'd rather keep Jack on his list of rainy day "why not" scores. He already had two hook-ups in the time since their arrival and he's got at least two more waiting in the wings. There's no need to rush into everything.

Besides, he's been doing a lot of going when other people beckon. He'd rather switch things up and see if he can make somebody else dance to his tune for a bit.]

Unfortunately this table is already reserved for the evening. Don't feel bad though, I enjoyed our conversation.

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Until next time?

[See you, space cowboy...]

[hjack69]

Hope you're not expecting the wine to last that long, pumpkin.

[ Because if he's not getting laid he's getting hammered, there's no in between here. ]

But sure. Y'know, you're lucky my calendar's so open here - I'm not usually one to reschedule. You should feel special.

[badluckwithplanes]

Oh don't I just.

I can sympathize. Normally I'm a busy man myself. How fortunate for us we met at a point in our lives when neither has more important things to do.

[hjack69]

Or that we're even on the same planet. London - that's Earth, right?

[ He has, like? This vaguest recollection? That London might've been a place on Earth at some point. Also pretty much everybody here is from Earth for some reason, so it seems like a safe guess. ]

Yeah, it's been about eight hundred years since anybody bothered with that dump. Where I'm from, anyway.

[badluckwithplanes]

Yeah. Earth, United Kingdom. Great Britain.

You know you're not the first to tell me something like that. Spoken to a bird named Carla yet? She from your neck of the woods?

[hjack69]

Not yet. I'll have to pencil a chat in.

[ Partially because he doesn't want anyone from home telling a bunch of terrible awful biased versions of how he burned down an entire city and all the people inside it. It would be entirely accurate, of course, but still. ]

Anyway, got stuff to do. [ He doesn't. ] You know what I look like. Come find me sometime. Preferably when you're not gonna curve me, I really hate that.

[ Because how dare Shaw not immediately drop everything to come have probably drunken sex with a stranger. God. ]