"Sixteen hundred." You held out your hand eagerly towards the youthful smuggler, he stood in disbelief and offence.

"You know, all the other suppliers around here hit me up with the young and handsome discount." He ran his fingers through his hair and struck a dynamic, runway worthy pose in the middle of the greasy, grimy shipyard. "Let's call it eight hundred and I think we can cut a cool deal here." His leather boots cracked against the metal grate underneath as he strolled around you. You felt his eyes ran up and down you as he cockily circled.

"How about we call it sixteen hundred and I sell you this stuff without telling anybody. Not too many YT-1300f freighters docking here Han."

"Look, you see Yabo over there..." Han gestured towards the fuchsia skinned, five-armed gelatinous creature on the other side of the bay and blew kisses once he had caught its attention. "She..."

"She?"

"She, will give me all of this." He gestured towards the large stockpile of goods being lowered in front of ship. "Plus twenty percent more bolts for what would probably be half of the credits."

"So go over there then... I know people that will buy this stuff it makes absolutely no difference to me." His aura of cockiness seemed to dissipate from around him and you questioned if he had ever actually not got something that he wanted. "The thing is, I just don't think you're that attractive." From beyond the crates you heard the hearty laughter of his Wookie companion, much to Han's resentment.

"What do you mean?" He asked, forgetting completely about the bargaining that was supposed to be taking place and the urgency of his departure from the bounty hunter and Sith infested dock. "Everybody thinks I'm good looking, it's just how it goes." He flashed his pearly white teeth with an arrogant smile and another dashing pose accompanied it.

"Nope, not me. Seventeen hundred credits." He began to argue against the rise. "It's more credits for your time wasting." Reluctantly Han knew that he was never going to win, and you already had the supplies making their way onto his ship.

"You've got me." As if you were going to change your mind Han ran his hand into his pocket excruciatingly slow and emerged with a bag of credits and a few loose ones on top. "I've got people looking for me you know, these credits would have really helped keep them off my back."

"I know you do, and they are a lot looser with their creds than you are."

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Written by Aaron.