ioduanlogs | [open] It's good to be king

Characters: Handsome Jack and you!
Date: Mid-April, around the time he gets in
Location: Streets of Aifaran
Situation: Commerce 5. Jack just got to the island, and right away, he gets into a business deal with a young, fresh entrepreneur by the name of Don. The beginnings of the Hyperion company is now in motion. Feel free to bother him! He just left the meeting.
Warnings/Rating: Mentions of death and mild gore from memories, but it's not the focus of the log

Jack had always prided himself as a smooth-talker. There was no other outcome from this meeting other than yes, and what do you know, that was exactly what he got!

Don was about a decade younger than him. Less handsome, too. He looked like the type that wanted to leave the nest and fly with his own wings, and he was ready to fall in love with the best pitch he could sink his teeth into. Jack happened to be rather seductive, as far as business meetings went. Listen, kiddo, it's been tried and tested in my dimension. Why go with potential duds when you could side with the CEO of the most powerful company in my universe? It was hard to say no to. Don had this hopeful look in his eyes, like he'd been blessed by the universe. Okay, Handsome Jack. We'll go with your plan. Jack gave him the schematics of a security bot prototype. Don told him they'll start with the production soon.

The company name? Don wanted to go with Cool Tech or something, but Jack gave him an even flashier one: Hyperion, capslock, bright yellow background. Yellow, Jack? It just pops better.

Jack should expect his first paycheck in the mail by next week, Don said. Fine by him! Jack bounded down the steps of the building, well-dressed, cocksure, and ready to burn through his measly stipend. Welfare wasn't any way for someone like him to live, anyway, and the universe must've known that. He just needed a pretty girl around his arm, and he'd be golden for the day.

In the back of his mind, he could remember the Assassin's katana cutting through his flesh. His Angel, face down on the ground, skin pale and life gone from her baby blue eyes. Nisha's ECHOcomm, turning off permanently. He was alive, wasn't he? He'd get them back, even if he had to claw up from the pit he'd been thrown into. A fresh start is just a new place to take over and control, and the challenge was half the fun.

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"I can do drinks," Valdis said, not yet removing her hand, though her gaze dropped to his chest, as if considering. "Though I'll admit, I'm a bit of a lightweight."

Then she laughed, her other hand rising to tug lightly at his collar, "At least you look strong enough to carry me home."

"No need to push yourself to the limits with that when we can do that with other things, sweetheart." Jack grinned. "I can do that well enough, yes."

Sweetheart. It took no small effort to keep her eyes from rolling in amused irritation. Instead, she sidled up next to him and looped her arm around his, keeping her body close as if enticed by that idea.

"I know a nice little place," she replied, "just follow my lead."

She led Jack to a nice bar, one of the nicer ones that she knew Sentry officers didn't frequent. It wouldn't do for them to run into her right now.

Jack walked into the bar with a confident swagger, nodding at and greeting some of the bar patrons. He led them to the bar, right at the end of the table and out of view.

"Whiskey for me," he told the bartender. He looked at Valdis. "Pick your poison."

Valdis took a seat next to him, unconcerned by the spot he had chosen.

"Vodka martini for me," she smiled, resting her chin on her palm and placing her gaze back on Jack, "Tell me about this...money that you are coming into?"

Jack smirked at her, taking a sip when his drink came.

"It's a signing bonus for now, but I get about sixty-five of the profits if it takes off. With our current pre-orders, it should be around six digits." ...Oh. Right. The currency wasn't the same. "Like a big bag of those shiny coins. Anyway, it'll be awesome. Maybe I'll buy a yacht."

He downed half of his drink in one go. Aw, yeah, that was the stuff. "But that's getting me thinking. You know, it's gonna be big. You got any special talents I can hire you for? I mean, not the sexy kind, I don't do that stuff -- but yanno, tech, entertainment, maybe combat?" He looked at her expectantly.

Valdis smiled pleasantly back at him, pretending to be intrigued by his words.

"How refreshing to have a man like you be interested in my activities outside of the bedroom," she said first, pausing to take a drink of her martini as it arrived. "I know some self defense and one of my exes taught me how to use a gun. I took fencing at one point too."

She sighed, "As for entertainment, aside from certain tricks you might enjoy, I do like dancing."

Jack laughed. "I'm a little more complex than money and a perfectly chiseled jaw, sweetheart. Underestimating a woman's the last thing I'm gonna do. Some of the most competent people I know are women. Even you -- that's a lot of skills, especially for a lady... but... ehh, hard pass on those for now unless you got a specialization yourself."

He finished up his whiskey. Good stuff. He ordered another drink, squinting and wagging his finger. "...Tell me about those tricks I might enjoy, though."

Valdis arched a brow, hiding her amusement by taking another drink of her martini. The mentioned skills were greatly underplayed and not even the beginning of what she was capable of. As it turned out, one could be both a lady and a skilled warrior, not to mention one of the deadliest creatures to walk her home world.

She gave him a wink, "If I told you, then it would remove the surprise."

Man, these elegant lady types were hard nuts to crack. They were pretty and all, but he's starting to wonder if he has to do a whole thing to impress her. Still, that thing with the tricks... he'll give it a little more time. She seemed to like it patient and proper, but she doesn't seem to be a complete virgin, so that's good.

"Fine. I love surprise. Well, good ones, at least." He picked up his new drink and took a long gulp. "You know, we're both adults here. You shouldn't be so coy! How long has it been for you? Sure you got people lining up, but have you found a good lover yet? A real man? You know, when it comes to endowments, I don't think you'd find anything wanting with mine."

Valdis smiled, a few more drinks, and the man would probably be a little too out of it for her to have to find a good excuse to go back on her insinuations.

"Believe it or not, it's been a few years," she said truthfully, "I guess I just haven't found a 'real' man."

She had never understood the male need to express how large they were, it was as if they believed that size mattered when it came to pleasure, but she could at least pretend to be intrigued.

"I'm sure I won't." She took two more drinks of her martini and then signaled to the bartender to bring Jack yet another drink. "Do you have a place in the city yet?"

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