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Taking a deep breath of the night air, Krycek steps out of the dorms and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. Tapping one out, he holds it up, looking at it for a long minute, expression reflective. Don't know why I want one. Not that I don't know what they do to you. Then again, not like I don't have a whole life to live over however I want.

Krycek lights up, breathing out a plume of smoke as he watches the town, mind elsewhere. But he certainly wouldn't mind company.

[OOC: Anyone else on? I'm seriously bored.]

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Rory's eyes widen. "I see. You're more than a little drunk, aren't you...um...what's your name?"

Han. Han Solo, Captain of tghe Millennium Falcon, fastest hunkajunk in the galaxy.

*notices mouth is running and he has gone from maudlin to boastful in .7 seconds*

Shoulda skipped the fourth. And the fifth.

I talk too much.

"It's okay. You've never met my mother - and please, don't reply with a lewd comment on that. She talks faster than anyone I've ever met."

Rory smiles, and scoots a little closer to the nice drunk guy. "So. You're a pilot?"

Navigator and co-pilot. Chewbacca's captain. He says if I pass my clases I can get my cargo and passenger approvals this year.

We're parked over by the junkyard. You missed the yard sale.

"Oh, no, I heard about it, and I stopped by, but all the good stuff was gone. Who's Chewie?"

The Captain. Big, taller'n me even. Lotsa hair. He's a wookiee. Bad temper and the muscle to back it up.

Sorry you missed the good stuff.
There was a little green jumpsuit that woulda been real cute on you.

Rory shrugs. "I actually don't wear green well. But...a wookiee? What's that?"

Alien species. About seven feet tall, sentient, live forever and know everything.

Chewie's only about 200, though, so he only thinks he knows everything.

~~Best thing that ever happemed to me.~~

"Wow. Is he here? I'd love to meet him - I'm pretty sure I haven't met a non-humanoid alien yet."

Back on the ship. Probably asleep.
Stars I hope he's asleep.

*stands, unsteadily*

Darlin' if you'd point me east, I think I can get home and get some sleep before class.

Rory looks around. "Um...I think east is *points* that way. I'll see you around - Han, right?"

Right. 'Less you wanna walk me home.

*grin*

Nah, you're not dressed for walking. Night, sweetheart.

*heads off east, his normal rangy stride altered to something resembling a swagger across a rolling poopdeck*

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