RE:Jed Calvert - \"Planning a smuggle\"

Who: Peter & Jed
Where: A Generic seedy club on the Promenade
When: After Jed's meeting with Kevn
Captain Jed strolled down the Promenade. At this end, it was like
walking down the streets of Sin City, what was it they said?, "If
you walk down the right back alley in Sin City, you can find
anything". Even the air in this part of the ship seemed to turn
everything grey. Maybe it was the high concentration of drugs in the
air.
He strode into a nightclub, 'The Hole', and was immediately struck
by the heat of hundreds of sweaty people dancing to some trance
beat. He made his way up to the bar and tried to grab the Barmaid's
attention. She was completely naked except for a tiara and a pair of
knee high boots. Jed made the mental note to try and pick her up
later.
"'scuse me miss, a glass of your best gulpin' whiskey. Oh, and your
number and what time you get off work?"
She looked him in the eye with a 'you ain't got a chance buster'
before setting off to serve other patrons.
Jed took a slug from his whiskey. Compared to the stuff he drank on
a regular basis, it was like drinking water. For other people,
drinking the whiskey in 'the hole' was the liquid equivalent to
being smashed in the head with a sledgehammer. Jed finished his
whiskey, ordered another, threw a cheap pick up line at another
barmaid, got slapped by said barmaid and decided to make his way
over to his potential employee.
Peter Marwood was slumped over in the corner, half a dozen pint
glasses in front of him and fast asleep. His head moving to the
vibrations pulsing through the table. Jed tapped him on the side of
the head and sat down, Marwood awoke from his state of
unconsciousness.
"W…What's going on Ted?" asked Marwood blearily
"Ted? That the name of your boyfriend son?" joked Jed
"Certainly not…sir. What can I do you for?" Peter said
"Well, unless you've got the number of that sweet lil' miss working
the bar, I think we'd better get down to business." said Jed
"Business?" Peter questioned.
"Son, I'm setting up a side business in cargo ferrying between the
Dwarf and some of the planets in this system. Now, I've already got
a man to handle the business side of this little venture, but I need
a pilot to take care of the transport. I couldn't go to Chrysler or
any of the others because their all too loyal to the Corps or would
screw it all up."
"And what make's you think I'll accept?" asked Peter, the alcohol in
his system making him more braver than he was.
"Well, seeing as you were the one who was supposed to be stoppin
those welsh sons o' bitches, they'd probably like to talk to you.
Maybe they'd help you have a little `accident'." smiled the Captain.
"Ok" Peter said after a while "Who am I working with?"
"One of the Technicians, Fenard. He's in Shuttle Bay Four, Why don't
you go down there and join him, go through the minutiae of our
little `enterprise'."
The Captain finished his drink and sauntered off into the crowds.
Peter was left at the table. He took out an `E-Z Hangova Remedi (for
ages 8+)' and swallowed the purple sugar tablet and waited for
sobriety to hit him. When it did, he stood up, left the Club and
made his way in the directon of Shuttle Bay 4.
He had a bad feeling about this.