When Celebrimbor strolled into the bar she barely noticed, not moving her eyes from her book until he spoke. She giggled lightly, “[color=00a99d]Still wasting all your money on your hair.[/color]” 

She gave him a soft punch to the shoulder, picking up her cig as he spoke. She took a sip of the new beer he ordered for her and held it up quietly, “[color=00a99d]Thanks...and I don’t mind. I needed the break as well, honestly. Works been booming.[/color]” 

She took a sip then listened to why he called her up. When he finished her eyes widened and she mouthed an expressive, ‘Wow’, “[color=00a99d]I’m not shocked his ass was finally plugged by a lady. I never mentioned it, but the guy was a perv. No offense.[/color]” 

She sighed, taking another sip of beer, [color=00a99d]"I remember. You know I always am the first to say to go for exactly what you want and fuck everyone else, but that’s not good advice. Truth is they won’t let you leave easily, and even if you do what happens to your crew? They depend on you, and you will hate yourself if you leave them in the dust. It might not be all bad though. Maybe..with Astrik gone you can stear the Yakuza into what you want it to be. Don’t waste opportunities man. Even if they seem like burdens.[/color]” 

She took another drag of her cigarette stretching out as a young drunk man walked up to them and placed a gun down. Ursa raised an eyebrow in curiosity, as Cel asked the man why he was interrupting. His words made Ursa laugh, pointing to herself as she looked past the fourth wall to the writers of this roleplay, pointing to herself ‘[color=00a99d]Me? Whore?[/color]” 

Cel always the gentleman, stood up for her. She didn’t think it was fair that he should have to so she went to reach for her own gun, not with any intent to use it, but rather to level the playing ground before she beat this man to death with her verbatim. The man just continued with his insult before Cel punched him square in the jaw. He told her to enjoy her book and she shrugged, waving at the bartender “[color=00a99d] Alright...I hate fighting anyway... Jerry whatever they break I got it.[/color]” 

She brought up her book, finishing her cigarette as the fight ensued. When he was sitting back down she smiled, putting on a bimbo voice, “[color=00a99d] Oh...I don’t understand much of it. Perhaps if it had pictures a whore like me would understand?[/color]” 

She laughed, being more serious, “[color=00a99d]I'm kidding. It’s good. Moolson’s a bit pretentious though, and he has a full on hatred for his colleague Tolstey. The whole book is basically a ‘Fuck you’ to his thesis on relative physics in the global market.[/color]” 

She noticed the girl in the other booth looking at it, and tilted it slightly so she could read the title more easily, “[color=00a99d]Well now that you’ve defended my honor brave knight. I have some news for you too.[/color]” 

She looked him over with a wry smirk, “[color=00a99d]The Draconians aren’t going to be bothering you during this change of regiment.[/color]” 

At his look of why she bit her bottom lip, “[color=00a99d]Because they are going to be hunting for 40,000 tonnes of Ecstasy that were stolen just minutes before you called.[/color]”

She gave him a knowing look, never fully letting her guard down with even a good a friend as Cel, “[color=00a99d]I would offer the Yakuza part of the cut, but the Italian Gragunds on 7 made me an offer too sweet to say no to. I am telling you this as a friend babe but they have some serious coin. If they are willing to share that type of spread with lil ol me then you have bigger problems then a pissed off hooker, and a dead friend. You didn't hear that from me though. Jerry would chew out my ass for sharing that tid-bit with you.[/color]”