One Way Left

[Widow]

"Hm, alright then.... You don't know what you're missing out on." She shrugged slightly. Her customer base was large enough to provide her credits for what she needed, and more often then not what she wanted. MJ had a lot more credits then she usually let on, and she planned to keep it that way. She knew if other Rogues realized this, her synth business would be all but useless as most Rogues would begin trying to sell it themselves.

"The world we live in? God damned awful." She said simply. "I mean seriously. People kill other people for fun. Why cant we all just chill out, smoke a J, drink some beers..... Just be happy man." It was becoming obvious MJ didn't care for the fighting. Her lack of sidearm reinforced this. She finished her beer and waved at the bar tender, getting his attention. Pointing to her drink. He just nodded and grabbed another out of the fridge for her. "Want a drink? I'll put it on my tab."

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