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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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Yeah. Think my limit's three on Earther rum though. Had five.

I gotta get home and have a hangquell. Otherwise i won't be worth Hutt slime for class tomorrow.

"Hangquell?" Krycek looks curious, then arches eyebrows as he realizes something. "You live in the spaceship, right? The big white one?"

Krycek's experience with spaceships wasn't generally good, but Han wasn't a short bug-eyed alien, so he felt less tense than he might otherwise.

Not so big. Just a stock light freighter.

Hangquell. Little red pills that totally flush the alco from your body. No hangover, ever. No morning after.

Forgot 'em once. Thought I was gonna die.

Ship looked plenty big to me. But he dismisses the thought for the moment as his eyes widen, looking quite interested. "You kidding me? I haven't had anything to drink yet, not sure I wanna test my tolerance when I'm on call. Think you'd be willing to sell any?"

Swing by the ship tomorrow. The dispensary unit can make as many as you need. I'm sure we can find a good price.

[[ooc: Han is about to abandon you.]]

Krycek nods, grinning. "Sounds great." Offering his hand, he smirks. "Good to meet you, Solo."

[OOC: Thanks for the heads up.]

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