Charles raised his brow as the man spoke of money and smiled. Taking a few more gulps of his beer he would look at Vegeta and laugh.

"I happen to be in the same situation myself right now. I'm looking for a decent way to pull in a good amount of cash. What did you have in mind, if you don't mind sharing?"

Charles was looking for any jobs that could be available to get him where he needed to go. Hopefully he could find some information soon. 

Vegeta pondered momentarily then afterwards he looked at Charles. His fingers were tapping along the table.

"I didn't have anything in mind really. After all, you need to find some connections around while you're here. Luckily, my uncle left me a contact in case I needed help later in life with anything, maybe they will plan us on the right track if I put a good word in for you, after all it is a family related contact. You up for it?"

Vegeta asked while he gave a firm look at Charles, he looked around the pub again as he drunk from the second glass that was planted on the table since the individual bought another round for the table. 

"Where is this contact located?"

Charles was interested in the conversation, his body slunching forward a bit drunkardly as he leaned closer to be able to listen better.

"It is important to me where I do my work."

He would look down into his mug before tilting back his head with the glass pressed to his lips, finishing the rest with ease as he pressed his elbows into the table for better balance.

"I don't know yet. I have to call and get a location, after all we are gonna have to arrange a place away from the public eye that is. But, I can trust the said contact that we'll be able to make some good cash out of this, preferably stick-ups but I'm just guessing of what we're gonna start off with, this world ain't easy as you can tell."

Vegeta hunched his posture over to be more in-depth with Charles, leaving a firm grin on his face. 

Charles would nod his head a few times, letting Vegeta know he understands  what he is saying.

"When you do find out where they are running out of, maybe you could get ahold of me and we can speak more about making some money together."

He would smile, looking down at his empty mug then at Vegeta. He felt like he had enough alcohol for the night, and ordered a water from the woman, looking to Vegeta.

"Another beer? Shot? What would you like?"

"Sounds like a plan then Charles. I'll be sure to get ahold of you next time when I figure out what's what. I'll take a water, I think I drowned enough of my sorrows for tonight, can't be that drunk wandering these streets after all."

Vegeta gave a firm smile as he looked over to the woman and nodded, he slouched in his seat afterwards as he took in a deep breath and exhaled, pondering about the work he may get setup with once he arranges a meeting with his uncle's connection, even though it's family related it would have been a while since he ever gone through with such a plan. 

Charles would a ballpoint pen from his pocket, taking out a small notebook he kept in his jacket pocket, he scribbled his P.O. Box Address down on two sheets of paper, sliding one to each Vegeta and Otiag. 

"If you need to contact me, this is where you can leave a letter."

As the lady dropped out a glass of water, he'd take several sips before his stood to his feet. He'd frisk himself down checking all his pockets to make sure he wasn't forgetting anything before leaving, he'd take his wallet out and paying for the whole tables bill, as well as a handsome tip for the lady who brought their drinks. 

"You two keep your head down and be safe, who knows what could happen after the war that finished."

Vegeta would take the sheet of paper that was given to him as he looks over to Otiag before looking back down onto the paper, keeping note of Charles' P.O Box, he folded it and slid the note into the one of the pockets on his jacket as he nodded.

"Will do. And you stay safe, I wouldn't be surprised if someone else came to terrorize the city."

Vegeta watched the woman part ways after she dropped the glass of water onto the table, he began to wrap his right hand around the glass and began to drink all the water and after a while of emptying the cup he put the glass back down onto the table. He got up from the table nodding to Otiag as he pushed in the chair and made sure he didn't drop the note already before he left as he left a firm nod to the lady who gave him his water as he went outside and began to part ways and get ready to contact his family related contact for work. 

Otiag had started to day dream a bit, more than likely do to the alcohol consumption about wacking some poor rich guy and taking his money. He started out of his dream and back to reality when he saw a hand approaching him with a piece of paper. He took it from Charles and folded it in half and placed it in his pocket while listening to Vegeta's reply.

"Yea sure, I'll let you know if I come across any business opportunities that might interest someone of your nature. Hey Vegeta, Charles was on about some poor boy who got gutted for a piece of bread earlier today. Do you know anything about it by chance friend?"

Otiag looked at Vegeta questioningly while waiting for a reply.

Vegeta stopped before he left as he overheard Otiag mention a question to him, he went back in and stood near the entrance as he looked over at Otiag still sitting down at the table, pondering on the question that was given to him about bread gutting. Vegeta cringed at the thought of it as he looked back over.

"Never heard of that. But it just reminds me on how the streets can turn out to be, I feel sorry for the poor kid really. Where did you hear of this?"

"Charles was telling me about it earlier. Seems to have struck him pretty hard. If ya hear anything, I think he might like to know of it."

Otiag finishes his drink and gets up to leave as well.

"I'll try to investigate it when I get the chance. I feel like I'm gonna get a busy schedule after I contact who I need yo get in touch with. Still seems like a shame people would kill someone for food, we all should know better."

Vegeta begins to walk out, parting ways after meeting with Otiag. 

Charles was making his way down his Home City's streets, he had been hustling more the past few days since meeting Otiag and Vegeta. He would meet up with his contact, handing a paper bag wrapped with rubber bands to him, a suitcase being handed in return, without any words he would turn on his heels, walking the opposite way with suitcase in hand. His boots would click against the concrete as he took a right turn onto the main street, skimming the streets before turning down a back ally, making several quick turns through fences, a couple of door ways, then he was upon the backside of an apartment building. He knocked a rhythmic tone on the door before a latch could be heard pounding open, his body quickly disappearing into the dark interior and up the staircase. His boots would click softly up three sets of stairs before he took his way down the hallway he had been using the past few days, taking the keys from his pants pocket, he'd unlock his room door and walking inside before sighing, throwing the suitcase on the bed he'd strip and walk into his bathroom, jumping into the shower.