It wasn't as though Fennec needed the extra hand. Information was information, especially for a bounty this large that she was going after. But to locate her prey, she needed an upper hand. An expensive one. And she knew the right person to ask...

The club was where you frequent. The music was loud and the people were chatting, a perfect place and time for information to be passed between the bounty hunter and the informer. And, if she were to have enough time, perhaps have a drink or two.

She spotted you right away, sitting far from the dancing crowd. Sitting alone in the dimly lit corner of the room, with a bottle of liquor and a shot glass. From what Fennec could tell, with the bottle half-empty, you had been in the club for quite some time. Either you already knew she was coming or someone else wanted intel from you.

"I need information." A familiar voice spoke out to you. One you had not heard in quite some time.

Fennec watched you grab the bottle, seemingly ignoring the woman. Her brown eyes focused on the liquor you were pouring into your shot glass. A sigh escaped her lips as she pulled out some credits, sliding them across the table.

What a coincidence! It was exactly the right amount you needed to tell her exactly what she needed to hear.