It's My Own, I'll Keep Owning It [Day 2, ME]

[Riss]

Finding her way toward the Rist estates was a new one, she'd always heard about them. It was a passive interest, cause how couldn't they be with their unique position in the Alderaanian society. Still never thought she'd actually be here even after she'd slept with one of them before, not that he was much of an assassin. A middle manager type likely wasn't going to be all that different than Omandri but maybe a little more boring. Cascader worn as the band on her wrist she'd picked out an outfit with a touch more cleavage than she normally showed just in case it'd be the angle she could play on. Leaving the blasters back at the ship cause they tended to make folk uneasy on a first meeting like this.

Arriving at the house proper she'd try to find her own way as far as she could, but eventually would have to ask for directions.

[Dapper Dog]

It seems that there was a gathering of people from House Rist, and some folks from House Ulgo, grilling something in their garden patio area. They were having a rather nice time and did not seem overly concerned with security though she was sure they knew was there and people were watching her.

A woman slapped a man on the back and said, “Is the food ready yet Bryson?”

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Bryson looked to be in his mid to late forties, still handsome with tattoos visible even with a shirt on. He was busy cooking something on a floating grill and said in a deep voice, “Just give me about ten minutes.”

[Riss]

Handsome, tattoos, yea this wasn't a recipe for trouble at all. Trouble wasn't bad far as Riss was concerned, actually made things more fun. Small purse clutched in her hand she walks on through the place, passing by folk and offering passing smiles to a few. Wasn't the first event she'd invited herself too and probably wouldn't be the last. Walking right up to him she comes over by the grill, leaning against a nearby surface.

"So, you're Bryson," she says, emphasis placed, a soft laugh she conceals a little with her light green purse.

[Dapper Dog]

“That is the name my mother gave me, and no the food isn’t ready,” he said casually.

[Riss]

"That's okay.." she said, glancing around a bit she finds herself a chair. Grabbing it she pulls it over and sits nearby, not so near as to disturb the process but she wasn't exactly going away anytime soon. Settling into the chair she swings one leg over the other and leans forward a bit, "Gonna let you in on a little secret. I have no idea what this little gathering is all about," she said, glancing off toward the larger portion of folk gathered.

"But it seems like a nice place to be? So.." she smirks, shrugging. "Seems you got trapped with cook duties though, unless that's something you're into?"

[Dapper Dog]

“Oh I enjoy being the cook, it takes a great deal of foresight to plan out a meal and make sure you don’t have too much and too little; but also be prepared for unexpected guests or incidents.”

“Don’t worry, everyone here is pretty chill and won’t be upset with you being here at my request. Though I didn’t expect you to be so chummy, I will have to reassess that for future plans. Thrax dog?” he said offering her a plate with a cooked blue meat weiner on a bun.

[Riss]

Hand reaching to accept the plate, "Y-yea," she stammers a little, regarding him with furrowed brows. Glancing around the gathering a moment as if there were answers there, or searching for camera's like she was on some wild game show. A tilt to her head as she leans into the question a little, "You expected me here? Like, part of a plan expected? I'm.." she chuckles, a tinge nervously, "a little confused maybe?"

[Dapper Dog]

“You or Bo, I wasn’t really sure,” he said honestly.

“You have a desperate need and I have a loose end that needs pulling. You scratch my back and I scratch yours, think that is how the saying goes,” Bryson replied.

He gestured to the others to get their food and then sat down across from Riss and said, “Help me, I’ll help you, and we can save Alderaan from itself. In case you are moved by altruistic motives.”

[Riss]

Riss looks dumbfounded for a few seconds, before it all comes rushing up to her. Hands coming up she first grabs the bridge of her nose and then fully just decides to bury her face into her hands. A muffled groan, the muffled and muttered words barely make it through, "Why do I trust my idiot brother at all," she leans into her hands a bit more and lets out a very muffled and soft scream of annoyance.

Head out of her hands she looks across at Bryson, taking a quick moment to fix herself a bit she leans back into the chair, "Okay then. Fine, this is.. whatever, better maybe? Better," she says, tone still indicating she's finding her way back to her usual cool. "I've.. yea, been trying to do better so it helps. Not that you care, or should so.. before I ask what it is.. you don't go by any other names right? Just Bryson? Not like.. the cunning man or anything crazy like that?" she asks trepidly, a raise of her brow.

[Dapper Dog]

“I am not the Cunning Man, I think people have been killed for less,” he said confidently.

“As I said my name is Bryson Rist.”

[Riss]

"Cool.. cool," she inhales, letting the air fill her lungs so she looks a little more confident a moment. As she exhales the confidence gained in the rise of her shoulders stays as she settles her mind a little. "Okay, so then we're talking. Here? I'm good with here. Let's talk about what you need cause my week couldn't possibly take another turn," she chuckles, nervously because it can and has before.

"Or.. just tell me where else to be, this scratching backs situation has to be the best option I've heard in the last two days."

[Dapper Dog]

“I apologize for the subterfuge, I do genuinely need off-world help and from what limited research I had for you or Bo, either seemed to have the skills to fulfill the mission. How’s the food? I hope it is tasty?” he asked.

[Riss]

"Uneaten," she said, deadpan as she's still holding the thing. Sighing she chuckles, shaking her head, "Look... upside? I'm liking you again already. Out of the two people who pulled the dastardly 'I lured you here' plan on me in the last two days you haven't threatened to kill me or harmed my brother, that I know of, so.. we're off to a good start toward forgiveness."

With that half-focus on what she's actually doing she takes a bite it doesn't seem to hit right away as she half-angry chews but a slight widening of her eyes as she has a thought, looks down at it, and takes another bite.

[Dapper Dog]

“It wasn’t meant to be trick, there is a job and I see no reason to try and bring harm to you or your brother, on the contrary, I had great respect for House Lanar, but politics can be cruel. I will be straight forward then, House Rist does not have the best reputation with House Panteer but something is happening that I wish to see stopped.”

“There is a plot to bring harm to the Queen and her heirs, and I believe it comes from those that have made themselves the most indispensable for House Panteer.”

“If you can get this in the hands of Prince Joran, he is the one I trust that will take this with the seriousness it demands, then I am prepared to handle business with House Uros. Bo was… talkative, I apologize,” he offered.

[Riss]

Riss listens intently as she eats the Thrax dog. Commenting midway through on the Lanar name, "Mom and dad woulda liked to hear that," with a mouthful of food.

After a little bit, and a hard swallow, she looks back to him with a small and muted smile, "Not really your fault my brothers not figured out when to stop talking," she says, like it's not a problem she struggles with sometimes.

"Kriff me though.." she says, eyes distant at the thought. Finding a way to turn it around in her head she chuckles, "I've.. never been involved in taking down a plot before. Almost wonder if.." she shakes her head. "I can do that. Might take a little pushing but.. he likes me enough," she smirks, confident in that. "Yea," a bright smile, "no this is.. this might be exactly what I was looking for. Something good, that I'm good at right?" she says looking to him, feeling a little silly for the momentary seeking of reassurance on that.

[Dapper Dog]

"Is that a yes?" he asked looking at her with compassionate eyes.

[Riss]

"Y-yes," she says, tripping over her words a bit as she laughs briefly to herself. Hands coming down into her lap, resting on her legs. Smiling brightly she nods, "I mean- not really the thing to be excited about? But uh.. yea, yea. You get it?" she raises a brow, then a hand and brushes off the question, "Yea you get it."

"All I've gotta do is talk to the handsome prince, help save his family and.. get to keep my neck? Kriff me, 'boutta day ago I was pretty sure I was gonna find myself in a ditch by the end of this," darker humor as it was, there was a slightly awkward tinge to the laugh that followed.

[Dapper Dog]

"Well I hope we are successful," he said honestly.

[Riss]

"Kriff me.." she remarks to herself on the shared note and sentiment. Taking a moment for it to settle in her head a bit she calms significantly.

"Me too.." she says, coming back into it. Raising a brow she focuses back on him, "So.. is that the plan so far? I go tell Joran and we see how things go from there?"

[Dapper Dog]

“And give him this,” he said handing her a data chit.

“It’s voice locked and keyed to the Prince, just… well in case anyone tried to access it instead of him.”