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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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*leaning against a convenient wall Callisto watches Krycek*

You do know those'll kill you?

*has had a couple too manmy with the pirates and is unsuccessfully trying to get back to the ship, strongly testing the "Corellians can't get lost" adage.*

Nice night.

Rory, unable to sleep due to massive amounts of caffeine, plus excitement over her awesome day, decides to go sit outside for awhile.

She wraps a baby blue robe around her pajama'd-self, and goes outside, and sits on a curb by her dorm, grinning to herself.

Hey to you too, doll.

He levels a smirk at Callisto, nodding as he flicks ash off the cig. "Or leave me in a wheelchair, smoking through a hole in my neck." The smirk widens to a grin as he proffers the pack. "Want one?"

Krycek nods to Han. "Agreed." Looking him over, Krycek, cocks his head thoughtfully. "I've seen you in the halls, I think." Taking a drag, he politely directs the smoke in the opposite direction of the newcomer. "Don't believe I caught your name though."

Hey sweet thing.

*sits besuide her, drunk, but grinning goofily*

*shakes head*

Thanks for the offer, but no. Where I come from that kind of deliberate damage to your fittness gets you dead real quick, especially in my line of work.

As she passes. looking adorably sorority in her robe and pajamas, Krycek smiles. "Evening."

Han Solo. *leans into the smoke anyway, taking the headrush*

We don't have anything together, but I've seen you around.

Isn't that the guy who hit on me in Geology last week?

"Um, hi," Rory replies. "Nice night."

Rory jumps. "Oh, I'm sorry - I didn't see you there," she says, pulling her robe further around her.

Not bad. Shoulda skipped the fourth rum though.

"Ah," Rory says, realizing, "you were at the pirate thing, right?"

*nods at Han*

Solo.

Heard somewhere it was you who sent the flower the other day. Thanks.

"Cumulative damage. One's not going to kill you any more than one drink will." He puts the pack away though, watching her a moment. "What kind of work we talking about?"

*gestures at ridiculous yellow boots*

I don't dress like this all the time, sister.
Too conspicuous.

Good booze, lotsa pretty girls, and my boyfriend getting himself picked up by a man-ape in the alley. Helluva a night.

Welcome.

You made my first week a little less awful. Just my way of saying Thanks.
Next time, I think I'll do it with a skywriter, or take the lander up and do the skywriting m'self.

Rory arches a brow at the boots. "Well, you can't take fashion for granted around here," she remakrs drily.

"Boyfriend, eh? And I took you for a ladies man," she says, her earlier happiness seeping back into her voice.

Not picky about accessories. Male, female, both, neither, doesn't matter any more than eye color.

'Swhat's inside the package that counts.

Never gonna learn. Never. Ain't the first whore I fell for, probably won't be the last.

"Alex Krycek." Noticing the lean (and the scent of alcohol), he grins and doesn't bother directing the smoke anymore. "Been drinking for Pirate Day? Too bad I missed it."

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

The smile fades a bit and he shrugs, maybe a bit self-conscious at her reaction. "Fade into the background, that's me."

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.

I lead an army. Fairly small one as these things go, but all my men were handpicked and have enough personal loyalty to me that I don't have to worry about them deciding to go on a holiday tour of Cyprus while I'm stuck in this place.

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