Business as usual

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Jack had business to take care of, like always. He dropped of a manifest to Cookie then made his way to the Marketplace. Picking up some sushi and a rare coffee, he sat in the open air and ate a peaceful lunch, watching the crowd mill around. He paged Phedre and told her where he was if she had any news, and had checked his messages to see if any

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I flop down heavily in the chair across from him, unasked, dropping my apron and baseball cap down on the table, but thankfully I changed outta my uniform in the employee bathroom.

God, I fucking hate my job.

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"Hey, baby," Jack smiled, eating a bit of tuna roll. "You look like shit."

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"Don't call me baby," I snort, rolling my eyes and slumping further down in my seat, "Man, you're so fucking sweet when you wanna be."

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"Sweetie? Pookie?" he teased, licking rice from his lip. "I'm a fucking angel when I want to be, Neil."

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"Neil's just fine. I didn't know we'd moved on to pet names," I smirk, kicking my feet up into the empty chair next to him.

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"I'm nicer when I'm not paying," he teased dryly, eating another piece of his sushi.

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"Right," I say, biting back a grin, reaching over and snatching up a piece of sushi without asking and popping it in my mouth.

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"Hey! You've got a job...buy your own," he protested, but grinned the whole time.

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"It pays shit," I mutter around my mouthful, leaning back in my chair to look at the menu screen hanging over the counter just through the window.

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"You really hungry? I was going to find something sweet if you want to add something on," he offered, sounding pretty much like he didn't care one way or another.

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"Yeah, whatever," I shrug, sounding just as careless as he does.

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"Get me a doughnut," he said, handing Neil a 20 cred chip. "I don't feel like getting up."

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"'m I your servant now?" I mutter, obviously teasing as I sigh heavily and get to my feet. I head over to the pastry cart, ending up with a few doughnuts and a coffee for me.

Dropping his change onto the table in front of him, I slide back into my chair, leaving the pastry box in the middle of the table so he can take his pick.

"What are you doin' here, anyway?" I ask, 'cause I know he's probably on some sorta business.

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"Waiting for a couple contacts and a drop," he said, picking something with colored icing. "Nothing exciting today, really. You just get off?"

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"Yeah, I just helped open. Anytime anybody calls in sick, they call me," I say, making a face.

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"I can't believe you are going legit," he said, shaking his head. He smiled at Neil, the same familiar smile as always, but he was working and his eyes held no warmth. He looked past the boy at the crowd, scanning faces, watching for someone.