<div class="floatleft">(http://images.buddytv.com/btv_2_800076001_1_590_-1_0_/10-characters-we-hop.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jeremiah Wesson<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Depot One, Fueling Station 13.<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kendra, Crystal, Celes, Open<br/><br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Refueling<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Jeremiah leaned against one of the large hundred, and fifty gallon fuel blisters for Rosy as Kendra returned from mending the majority of Rosy's injuries. He would nod to the Demi-goddess in appreciation for her work. "Thank ya kindly. I'll get to looking at that once I'm done here." He would say as the fueler clicked off and registering a fuel tank. The readout on the screen showing nearly a 1,000 credits in fuel was dispensed. Jeremiah let out a sigh at the cost but at least he'll be able to run for about another month on that.<br/><br/>Jeremiah glanced out of the corner of his eye when he heard the light tap of Crystal tapping Kendra's hand for where it lay upon her sensual hip. Her words of "Behave" seemingly more a challenge to the demi-goddess than a warning. Though Kendra's response was rather predictable even if Jeremiah agreed with her. Cyrstal would explain that she sensed no ill intent from the place, nor the Glitter boys as a whole. "Yeah, They understand that ya get more flies with honey then ya do vinegar." he would comment with that typical slow drawl that has been making its way into his deep gravelly voice.<br/><br/>The conversation would quickly turn towards the two of the women getting lunch, and sauntering off towards the Diner where they would meet up with Celes whom would have procured them a booth and made sure the diner was safe. Jeremiah only let himself grab a brief glance at Kendra, and Cyrstal's departing rears before letting out a sigh and turning his attention back at the large Rig before him. "Welp, Guess I best be looking over ya." He would say as he pulled a pair of heavy duty leather gloves from a tool box near the ladder to the cab.<br/><br/><em>Jer, my old friend, I hate to impose...but today you are the ancient god of good fortune, bringing such lovely and capable passengers here!"</em>the familiar voice of Dreg was heard calling up to him, and Jeremiah pulled back from the gaping hole on the left said that Kendra told him about. "Dreg what the hell are ya on....about." Jeremiah called down until he saw the two rather humorless goons flanking. Already Jeremiah could be seen bristling as he knew this was no social visit.<br/><br/>Jeremiah climbed down and stood before the three as Dreg mentioned how he was the best damn driver and how this job pays well. "Stop buttering me like a biscuit Dreg, and get on with it. What's the catch?" Jeremiah asked as he watched the two goons suspiciously. He knew that blatant flattery followed by promises of "Good Pay" always lead to a LOT of headache.<br/><br/>The one goon took this as his cue to speak and turned away the young man. Jeremiah might have pitied Dreg if not for the fact that the Young man was trying to work an angle in this meeting. Possibly a finder's fee, or something. Once the young man was shooed away, Jeremiah turned his full focus on the two before him. One man clearing his through before he mentioned about a job that paid quiet well, and asked how "Battle Ready" they were. "They" as meaning those three troublemaking women that Jeremiah agreed to ferry along with himself.<br/><br/>Jeremiah rubbed his jaw before looking at that gaping hole in the side of Rosy before he glared back at the man. "Ah ain't da one ta be asking on dis. Ah'm just a hauler. Dem three inside is da ones you need to be askin' on any kind of battle shit." He would say as he threw his thumb over his shoulder towards the Diner where the three Muses of Mayhem sat. While Jeremiah never advertise it, He was a descent scraper himself. But he had no powers nor tools to help him mostly. Just whatever he could find on hand. Course there was no need telling everyone that passes by that.