There was a grinding noise, accompanied by a loud [b]PING[/b]. 

Neil withdrew the dataslate and looked at the account, the transferred funds now erected on the screen. It wasn't quite physical currency, but he had a look in his eyes that could be described as money signs by anyone apt enough to notice. Jocasta did, swiping the dataslate out of his hands. 

"Ah ah ah," She said, wagging a finger at him. She began to move the funds from their temporary, joint mech team account to her own. "This is a step in the right direction, but it's just a small step in the path to you paying me back." 

"You mean paying you back for wanting the bounty on me, and your forceful abduction of me causing you to getting boarded by men in your line of work while I merely defended myself?" 

"That's the one, yep." She said, handing his dataslate back to him, a satisfied smile on her lips. Neil deflated, but really, he couldn't even be mad. Her dogged determination to squeeze him for all he was worth was almost admirable, in a way. 

"Ok, now these funds are going to my bird," She said, and then whipped her hair back, her blonde lockes turning brown even as her thick ponytail whipped him in the face in a tease. Neil blinked from the blow, crinkling his nose as she continued. "And some nice hair products. It's rough out there, ya know." 

"And you don't like it, rough?" He teased, grinning. 

She snickered, crossing her arms under her chest. "You got nerve, hotshot, I'll give you that." 

"Look, Jocasta. Wait, just wait," He said, stepping in front of her, hands out to gesture she slow down. "We have two days until the next fight. I know you want to spend it all on your ship, and I get why because it's a pretty ship. But let me request something, from one ten to another." 

"I'm an eleven, but continue." She said. 

"Look, we got all this money, and we have a hunk of junk APC. We just fucking won in a big way. Like the crowd was just..." He made some strange gesture with his hand that could be construed as sexual, but it was hard to ascertain. He realized it wasn't working and stopped, waving his hands as if to erase a whiteboard. "Why don't we celebrate? We'll get drunk as fuck tonight, nurse a hangover until mid-afternoon tomorrow, then we go and grab some parts for the mech, then spend the whole next day fixing him up. Come on, let's get some drinks and chill, right? I know I'm a mark but like...you still remember how to party, right?"