[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f9ad81]Foy Coiffeur[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://goodwillwatching.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/A-million-ways-to-die-in-the-west-640x350.png[/img][hr][b][color=f9ad81]Location:[/color][/b] Newhope - Lady Luck (Floor, Main Room -> Table, Main Room)
[b][color=f9ad81]Skills:[/color][/b] Carouse, Perception [hr][/center]

	[color=f9ad81]"Certainly, madame."[/color] said Foy in response to his dancing partner, Jacqueline. [color=f9ad81]"Though when a gentleman of stature sees fit to announce that one is pleased to greet another, one usually does so in the a manner less befitting something in one's sleeves. Though I must confess, understand, that my opinion of you is improved somewhat by your proficiency upon the floor; that is to say, I shall not win many competitions of the sort unless we practice vigorously, nevertheless, you have kept up with my nimbleness of foot and that, my dear Jacqueline, deserves a mote of recognition."[/color] He backed a step away from the buxom grifter and gave her a polite bow. 

	From where he was standing, he noticed that the food he had ordered earlier had just arrived at the table. Much as he would have liked to take a moment to sample the local cuisine, he did promise a singles dance (read: cutthroat duel of move bustery) with his good friend and fellow Farradayan, Jahosafat. The food could wait a few minutes. He seemed to remember Harper mentioning it was too hot for liking when he was served, anyway. He returned to his thoughts with Jacqueline, saying, [color=f9ad81]"Perhaps later in the evening we might recommence with the joviality herefrom, Miss Croix, but I believe I have a prestanding appointment with..."[/color] 

	Foy was cut off by the entrance of Captain Crowe, who was looking all business. She made a hand gesture reminiscent of certain military signals, which reflexively made him stop and straighten his stance. At first, he thought it was trouble. One of his hands went near a comically oversized straightrazor at his waist while the other hand moved a little distance from his body. Not that anyone standing would be aware, but he was bracing for the specific gestures necessary to eject one of his wide-bore derringers from his wrist holsters. But she seemed fine. Harper exited behind her, and he seemed fine, too. So it was not fisticuffs and broken bottles; more was the pity. Worse, it might mean they had to wrap up their night before dining, or even getting in that dance among Farradayans. How unexpectedly tragic. 

	Foy relaxed his hands, both, and turned to Jacqueline. [color=f9ad81]"Miss Croix, I have had a lovely time, but this very well might be the end of our acquaintanceship. It has been a pleasure, if not a ideal pleasure given the circumstance. But if you will excuse me..."[/color] The mercenary barber gave his pockets a quick feel, ensuring that certain items were still present (including his wallet, as promised he would), and gave her a quick [color=f9ad81]"Madame."[/color] before heading back to the table.  

	A brief talk with the retreating waitress netted him a takeaway box for his untouched meal, and he awaited the inevitable word of his departure. 


[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=008080]William Harper[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.cinemablend.com/filter:scale/cb/6/4/a/b/d/a/64abda9122910e2617318cdc3d43516062ebc1ae5b880e96ddb5beadc78d4655.jpg?mw=600[/img][hr][b][color=teal]Location:[/color][/b] Newhope - Lady Luck (Backroom - Table)
[b][color=008080]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

	Harper was less nervous than he expected he might be, dealing with the persons he was dealing with for the lest several minutes. He had dealt with hard people like this in the past. Very recent past, actually. And out in the wider, more civilized 'Verse there seemed to be something akin to rules of fair play. Or at least guidelines. He was not fool enough to believe that this would apply on every occasion, but these men seemed like they wanted to do business. There were just certain little rituals of strutting and establishing pecking order before the actual talk came around. He could respect that, even if he found it needlessly time-wasting. 

	The thought suddenly occurred to him that, despite actively being in the Alliance Military and spending a few undeserved years in prison, he had never considered himself entering into a criminal enterprise until this very hour. Oh, he was a murderer, that was certain. But even that was an extension of trying to stay alive. This was something a little different, if lesser of offense. It didn't seem to bother him, oddly enough. 

	He stepped from the doorway to the back room, walking as casually as his straight and militant posture would allow. He took a second while Anisa was lighting her cigarette to mentally go over the exchange toward the front of the conversation. He had insisted upon being called Anjin, after the character from Shogun; a British navigator and ship pilot who got stranded in a curious place far away from home. Anjin was just what they called him. The character's actual name was John Blackthorn. Maybe he would use that alias when he finally was able to get out from the precarious situation he was in. It wasn't bad. Maybe he'd start using it as an alias now. 

	When Anisa did speak, Harper found himself snapping to act in accordance with her wishes, much like he was conditioned to during his time in the Fleet. [color=008080]"Yes Ma'am."[/color] he said without hesitation, voice solid and strong. He wasn't some naive junior engineer anymore. Ok, he was never as bad as that fellow fro the table, Fitz, but he could have easily been accused of being naive once upon a time. Better or worse, he was a pilot working for an independent party who happened to be a Browncoat. Damn, but his life was complicated. [color=008080]"Highly interesting, ma'am. Makes me wonder what happened while we were away."[/color] 

	Harper squared up with Anisa, keeping a respectful, arms length distance. [color=008080]"I'll pack up our things and report to the ship.[/color] He buried the reflex to give the lady a salute, but could not quite prevent the it fully. His hand moved just a tic before he caught himself, gave a tiny smile, and walked smoothly over to the table were Foy was packing away his food. [color=008080]"Same over here.[/color] he spoke to the waitress in a neutral tone, [color=008080]"And for the lady too, if you would."[/color] He motioned to the items in front of Anisa's unattended seat, and to the items in the center of the table. As the server left to acquire the needed materials, he spoke to whomever was listening at the table: [color=008080]"Our three day leave has been postponed. I'll leave it to the Captain to fill in the details. See you onboard."[/color] 

	Almost as an afterthought, manners should dictate that he see to the person whom he escorted there. He looked around a moment for Daphne, curious as to where she had gone off to. But whether he caught up to her or not, it was time to go.