The bird was constructed out of delicate, thin paper. It had Tau's name written in a few different languages on its long neck. On its wings, in glowing golden letters, was what seemed to be the name of her employer: "Freedom Lost And Found" with the cheesy tagline, "You want it, we'll get it!" along with a slew of ways to get in contact. It also smelled quite tasty and hummed strangely.
As she passed the large window, Tau took a last look at the planet below and heaved a heavy sigh. "Who knows when I'll be back up here." Probably not any time soon, since her client hadn't been very impressed. She was too tired now to be mad at Titan. They had a long way back. But if he did pay for drinks, it would help ease the sting of missing out on refilling her stash.
By the time they got to the Lucky Salt Tavern, Tau was spent. She groaned as she stopped suddenly near the entrance. The last person she wanted to deal with right now was Kaufmann.
She dipped her long fingers into her pocket, feeling around for the small bag without pulling it out. Maybe some of her special stuff would make the shithead a little more bearable.
Securing her pouch, she then turned around to Titan. "Don't let Kaufmann talk you into the house brew. It's piss. And if you're hungry, make sure the Missus is around, unless you like mystery meat." She made a face. "The mystery is whether it's meat or not."
Taking a deep breath, she stepped up towards the doors, which opened automatically. She hadn't even fully entered the building before Kaufmann called out to her: "Well if it isn't the Debris' favorite little junkie! You're getting in the fucking box tonight, girl!" A large, greasy man shouted at Tau from behind the bar as he tended a customer. The customer looked up and leered at Tau.
"Up yours, you fat fuck," she muttered under her breath, avoiding eye contact and hurrying to an empty booth in the corner. She settled into the booth, back against the wall, fidgeting with the small plastic pouch in her pocket. So close, she could almost taste it...