too nice is half stupid

At the moment Jupiter had a little bit of everything, it seemed. He had piles of trinkets stacked around him just waiting to be loaded onto his cart. He had a freshly killed pig to munch on over the next couple of days while he worked on his gizmos. And he was in prime roguish ho territory so he was all but guaranteed to get laid at some point over the next few days as he crafted. What he couldn't seduce he'd tempt with any of his wares. He was of the opinion that everyone had a price. Even the most stalwart stick in the mud would bend - pun intended - if handled correctly.

Jupiter settled down beneath the rusted out remains of an old army truck to escape the noonday sun and pulled the pig carcass close. He tore off a chunk of haunch meat and let his gaze rove absently over his temporary domain as he chewed. It was a nice little setup for something thrown together in a hurry; a tinkerer/trash picker's dream. He had food, he had shelter, he had projects to work on. And he was not about to share any of it. At least not without getting something in return for his kindness. Jupiter was of the opinion that everything - yes everything - was transactional. No one did anything out of the goodness of their heart. Wolves acted because they wanted something. Food, shelter, or simply to be liked. Something was always gained or given away in an exchange. That's just the way it worked. And it was for that reason he never did anything for free.

WC: 272