Cain wasn't stupid. Everyone on the station with ears or eyes knew how the Black Dragon did business. While the arrogance of  the organization had made her a nice amount of creds in the past few months, only an idiot would try a heist on Maggie Greer -herself- in the middle of Federation space.  No, today's visit was more...subtle. To show a presence, to be  the perpetual fly in the ointment.  Today was about sending a message: The Ethonian Trading company was not to be intimidated, bought or otherwise the least bit in the business of giving a half a fuck.<br/><br/>While it may not have been obvious that Cain was aware of the woman's presence, she cetianly was. Intel had told her about the deal two weeks ago, the moment it got penciled in the old bats' date book. But Maggie didn't know that. Maggie , likely had no fucking clue who she was , and that was the way Cain liked it.  She was , however, quiet impressed by the display before her. The old hag's command over a room was the stuff of legend, and when she came sauntering over, the blue haired girl nearly did a spit take. She hadn't really thought she'd be confronted, but there the old bitch stood.<br/><br/>She didn't move when the cigar was taken from her, finally raising her head in time to see the expensive cigar lit, and even odder...inhaled. No one inhaled cigars, not even the manliest ,balls of iron Alpha 's and here tiny little Maggie was, blowing smoke in her face.  Cain didn't know if she was impressed or just turned on, but she fought both nagging emotions and focused.<br/><br/><span style="color: #666600">"You got a set on you, don't you?"  </span><span style="color: #000000">She wondered aloud, reaching into her pocket for a plain old cigarette.</span><span style="color: #666600"> "Ya know what? Keep it . A gesture of good will. Your janky ass organization has put every illegitimate bastard an Ethonian had ever popped out -right- the fuck through college. I'd say we owe ya...might even start a scholarship in yr name... "</span>Her hands raised high, as if unfurling a banner,<span style="color: #666600">"The Maggie Greer ; I can't hire a single competent  fuck; trust fund. "</span>she shakes her head<span style="color: #666600">. "Don't really have a good ring to it. But don't you fret, we'll figure it out."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #000000">She leans in, lighting her cigarette from the lit stogie, and inhaled herself, lit butt dangling from her lips. She eyed the woman up, inhaling long and slow before pulling her smoke from her lips and ashing it on Maggies side of the table. </span><span style="color: #666600">"You got a reason for blocking my view, or you just come for the scenery , butch?" </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #000000">The irony would not be lost on the older woman.  While Maggie was as femme as they came, Cain was far from it, implying that Maggie was the more masculine of the two was all part of Cains' fun.  She stared, a hungry look in her eyes as she licked her bottom lip and trailed her gaze down the business woman's neckline.  <br/>
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Cain's  sculpted brow, pierced  thrice,lead to a sculpted nose , pierced twice. And a pair of thin lips, only pieced once. Her jaw was squared and masculine, she carried herself in a manner that took up space.  Her breasts were bound under her expensive suit shirt, rounding her fitted vest just the slightest bit,as it tapered down to hips that just didn't flare.  Below the thick belt lay an -obvious- buldge that Cain made a show of adjusting. While not her natural anatomy, creds could pay for some pretty fuckign sweet toys. She hadn't dressed for the older woman so much as she did for Li Li, who was...oddly..running late, but looking fuckable sure wasn't hurting at the moment.<br/>
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She nodded to the bartender who brought her the bottle of  24 year aged single malt scotch, and poured them both a portion.  She dipped her fingers carelessly into the glass and placed one in front of Maggie. </span><span style="color: #666600">"So.."</span><span style="color: #000000"> her voice thick with amusement, </span><span style="color: #666600"> "Come here often?"</span>She smirked, exhaling smoke through her nose.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>