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Peach Bringer
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>She’s a Sith!
Only a Sith deals in baseless accusations!
>He’s a jedi
No, that’s not true. It’d be impossible. The Jedi are all dead, you have firsthand knowledge of that.
>Did you find your coworkers attractive
Whatever admiration you might have felt for either of them was deep fried by having to work there for five years straight. You’d have more feelings for FLO than anyone else at that point, poor droid.
“...I’m listening.”
The Twi’lek gives a practiced smile. “Come on in, let’s discuss this in private.” You flinch as she takes your hand and pulls you into the apartment. You don’t think she’s really interested in discussing anything, and come to think of it was probably lying about the money too since her wallet is lying on the floor next to a pile of clothes. Her bed is very soft.
You feel your willpower fading. She’s not a knight in shining armor, but she is a Twi’lek. You’ve… heard things. “Look, I’m on the clock right now…”
“Then we’ll be quick.” She leans over to sniff your neck, an easy target. “Hmm. So big and smooth, just like the poster- though, didn’t you have a mustache?” she queries innocently.
This is a really bad idea. But… You’d kick yourself if you didn’t try. “I-i didn’t bring any extra sausage… but I did bring a mustache.” You always have your mustache on you.
Sometime later, you’re not sure when, you find yourself standing outside the apartment. You’re don’t know what just happened, but now you know how a karuki pole must feel.
“Bye~! Thankf for the pie, cutie pie!” Before you can respond she shuts the door. Blast! You’ve been bamboozled into giving away free pizza. Well, this is embarrassing. You’d better call in and promise to do a better job next time.
>EMPLOYEE MORALE: GREATLY INCREASED!
>PERFORMANCE RANKING: SUB-OPTIMAL
Mr. Poof picks up after the first ring.
Are you okay? It took you so long, I thought you’d gotten lost! Did you deliver the pizza yet?
“Uhh, yeah! Yeah. Don’t worry, I found it eventually, she was uh- quite understanding!”
Good, good, she’s a frequent caller and pretty easygoing. Did she tip you well?
“Oh, yeah! Yeah. She tipped real well, when- uh. I mean, I’ve got the hang off- hang of this delivery thing! Gotta go do the next one bye.“ Click. You can afford to pay those credits out of pocket at least so he doesn’t notice.
Time’s a-wasting, so you play the next order after you get back in the air. A sinister hooded figure hunches over his holo-terminal as he speaks in a raspy voice.
Yess, I’d like an order of four- no, five large pizzas for a… party I’m throwing. Yess… extra anchovy. I’m on, ehe, level 1313, third door on the right in service corridor 2. I’ve uh *cough* got a cold, so excuse my voice. Just knock loudly and I’ll hear you. Hehehe… Click.
At the end there it sounded like someone else started snickering. Something seems fishy, and it’s not just the stack of pizzas next to you. That’s a real shady neighborhood… but, it’s a big order. Could pay a lot. You dread what could happen if you miss out on two payments in a row, and if you snub a real order by mistake, are they someone you can afford to upset?
The choice is simple: Go or no go.
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