Jack takes one last drag of the cigarette when Kingsley appears.

"Kingsley."

He gives a slight wave of his right hand, a lit cigarette held between two fingers.

"Been ready since I got here. Just been waiting on you."

The sound of footsteps carry clearly through the air as Jack begins moving again, Machoke walking beside him in perfect harmony.

"So you ever been here since it opened a little whiles back?"

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A grin pulls at the edges of Jack's mouth from Kingsley's comment about his bar.

"Yeah yeah. Sure hiring you has nothing to work with it," he interjects. "Big shocker. Overpriced shit is what you get 'round here in the lower district."

Entering the bar he finds it lifeless. Not surprising to Jack at this time of day. But with the door unlocked and lights on he knows someone had to be around.

"Lock the door, then lets check the back. Someones bound to be here."

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Jack enters the room in tow and leaves Machoke just outside the doorway. "If it aint Richard." He wraps his hands around the back of a chair sitting across from the scruffy man. "You were 'round last Friday, weren't ya? Place was pretty packed." There's a mumbled confirmation from the man. He sat rigid now, uneasy at the presence of both the men and their pokemon.

"Doing real well for ya self now that Rockets kicked the bucket." Richard's crept away from the table as Jack spoke. Slowly it'd inch its way towards the pocket where he kept his pokeballs.

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