A Scene From the 3rd Cancordian Adventure Fantasy Series
Yonny in Yardstake Harbor
“Ya pays first,” Yon’Der told the newest customer of old Tom’Ti. “Then ya gets it.” He watched the “customer” carefully. Where did old Tom’Ti find these people? Stupid question. Tom’Ti didn’t find them, they found him. This particular specimen was a scruffy looking Clouder. His hair was almost completely white so he had be at least in his 20’s. Of course, thought Yon’Der, calling that filthy mess on the top of his head completely white, was stretching things. He was a typical customer, desperate, disheveled, and semi-dangerous.
Semi-dangerous because he was at least eleven years older than Yon’Der, and even in his emaciated state a good sixty pounds heavier.
“No pays, no haze,” said Yon’Der casually tossing the small, tightly wrapped package up in the air and snapping it back before the customer could grab it.
“Ya little bastard. I’ll snaps ya neck for that.”
Before the Clouder could blink, Yon’Der pocketed the precious package and pulled out his flick knife. The Clouder stop short. “I needs it,” he said.
Yon’Der couldn’t help but feel sorry for the poor goomer. What were these idiots thinking to be opening their minds up to haze? Everyone knew it sucked you dry and left you with barely enough sense to wipe your own ass.
Still, he didn’t feel sorry enough to let his guard down. He had used his knife before and would use it again if he couldn’t run.
The looser was digging into his pockets as he muttered to himself. “I gots it. I gots it.”
“Two Qs,” Yon’Der reminded him.
The Clouder looked at him with real hate. Finally he held out a handful of coins to Yon’Der. “Here ya little bloodsucker. Now gives me the haze.”
Yon’Der had been there and done that. The Clouder would grab him when he came close enough to take the coins, slap him around and take the haze, without paying for it.
Yon’Der sighed. “Here’s how it’s gonna go down. Ya puts the monies, in a neat stack, down on the ground there. Then ya walks over to the pilings over there and wait while I count the monies. If it don’t add to two Qs, I takes my package and leaves. So make sure the amounts right.”
“I’m supposed to trust ya?” The goomer was outraged. His hand closed around his precious coins, the veins in his skinny green arms were outlined in dirt.
“Ya not trusting me, ya trusting old Tom’Ti. And don’t be yelling nothing about haze. I don’t know nothing about haze. Alls I know is I’m supposed to deliver this here package to ya.” Yon’Der waved it around so that the Clouder could get a good look at it. “After ya pays me two Qs. Now we doing business or not? I got other deliveries.”
He could see exactly when the Clouder caved. His long Clouder neck, the adam’s apple looking grotesquely large in the skinny stalk, bowed, his his black eyes went extra shinny with so far, unshed tears.
“Don’t ya cheats me,” he said to Yon’Der. No doubt he meant it to sound like a threat but it came out as a plea.
Yon’der did not allow himself to relax. “Over there,” he gestured with a nod of his head.
The Clouder, took out a few more coins, added them to the original stack and carefully placed them on the ground near, but not too near, Yon’Der. Then he shuffled off to stand where he had been told to.
Yon’Der, one eye on the Clouder, quickly picked up the money and counted it. With the additional coins the Clouder had added at the last minute, it came to exactly 2 Qs.
He shoved the money into one of his copious pockets, and laid the package down in the exact same spot the money had been. Then, without a backward glance, he took off at a run. There were other deliveries to make and old Tom’Ti would knock him around, if not something worse, if any of his customers started looking around for another supplier.