Millennium Falcon, reprise!

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Doing as requested by Professor Jerusalem, Krycek makes his way down to the junkyard and then east to the Falcon, knocking at the panel he'd entered through last visit.

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[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::wanders out, having already come home from his shift at the clinic::

::he's wearing a bathrobe, white undershirt, plaid boxers, and some flip-flops::

::he has a cup of coffee in his real hand::

Yo... Krycek, right? Lookin' for Solo again?

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

"Right on both counts, sir," he says, nodding. He doesn't seem terribly disturbed by Ash's fashion sense.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

Crazy bastard's probably around here somewhere... ::takes a sip of coffee::

Was thinkin' about setting up a few coffee cups on the side o' the Falcon for some target practice tonight... Welcome to join me, if you like...

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

*comes out of hatch in time to hear this last*

You do and you'll be wearing that shotgun as a necklace and leg-irons. Chewie's real protective of the old lady.


Hiya, Krycek.

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the vote of confidence in my aim, Solo.

::scratches himself::

Well, you kids probably got something to do or something... go find some girls, would ya?

I swear, Solo, you outta be swimming in dates right now...

::walks up the ramp, back into the Falcon and into his cabin::

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek watches Ash go, smirking to himself, and then gives Han an "Is he serious?" look. "The staff is remarkably sensitive at this school."

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

So, what can I do for you tonight?

*arched eyebrow lends an intentional double meaning*

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek, not one to miss such meanings, grins momentarily at Han. "Here on business tonight. Professor Jerusalem sent me."

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

*catches the grin, returns it*

So what can I do for His Weirdness?

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Hefting a shopping bag, which contents are difficult to figure as of yet, he arches an eyebrow. "This is for the gifts, in thanks. And he wanted me to ask you about what you gave him, as well." Not that he has any idea what those gifts were at all - the professor just told him to ask.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

*takes bags*

Just heard he was under the weather. I dropped off a couple of my favorite holocubes and a viewer for him.

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

The bag contains two bottles of a purple liquid, contents unknown, though the professor said "health drinks" which Krycek doubts quite a bit. "Nice of you," he comments. "How'd your date go, by the way?"

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

*grins in the big "I SO got laid" way*

Just about perfect.

*checks out the "health drinks"*

You wanna see what's in these?

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

"Glad to hear it." Grins back, then eyes the bag with trepidation. "...I assume since they're in thanks for the gift, they won't impart instant death. So... sure." And he hopes he won't regret it.

((OOC: I really have no idea what they are, so I hope you do. Or a good guess at least. *g*))

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

I ain't dumb. *pours a few drops into a cup and runs it through the synth* Never drink anything you can't identify.

*laughs*

It's just booze. 70% alcohol, some fruit juuice, some sugar. Nothing toxic to either of us.

*pours two fairly good sized drinks and sets them on the gameboard.*

Well sit down, I hate to drink alone.

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Taking a seat, he smirks. "Excuse the paranoia." He picks up one of the drinks, swishing it around for just a moment letting Han try it first, just in case.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

*drinks, confident in the synth's analysis*

Not too bad. Little sweeter than i like my drink.

So, what else did he want to know about the cubes?

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

"Don't know that he had any idea what they were," he says with a smirk. Trying the drink himself, he mentally pronounces it safe if, as Han said, a little sweeter than he'd usually prefer. "Are you even in journalism class?" He says, curious. "Don't know that I've seen you there."

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Nah. Just doesn't pay to get on the bad side of crazy people. Especially crazy people in power.

I'm mostly taking science. And Jareth's magic course. That's a weird one.

Shit! I forgot to leave the reader for him to play the holos. Big help that was, Solo.

*gets up and digs for one and a cube*

*sets on table*

See, here.

*fits cube into reader, presses green button*

*A heavy-set woman about 6" high appears on the table. As she starts to remove clothing, it becomes more apparent that her rounded belly is actually six breasts.*

You can take him that one too. I didn't know what he liked. So i copied a little of everything.

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek's eyes widen and he watches the woman with a sort of awe. "That's... Who is she?" He sips his drink absently, glancing at Han. "I don't think he's got room to be picky, really. But I certainly wouldn't turn that down."

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Just some Askajian gal. She's not very good. You should see the really good ones.

Pair one with a twi'lek girl, and you'll need new pants before the second song.

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

"Nice." He smirks, pulling his gaze from the striptease with some effort. "I think you're probably one of the few people on his good side with this, Solo. The man's hard up - by his own admission, even."

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

All the pretty girls around here I can't believe that. Even the teachers are hot. Have you SEEN the diplomacy teacher?

And if he doesn't like girls, well, there's alway Jareth who is about halfway in-between.

Best male hunting I've seen in a long time too.

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek laughs. "The scenery is pretty damn nice. Maybe discounting the sentient rubber balls and the tentacle monster though." Grinning, he gestures slightly with his cup. "I think the professor likes being pissed off though. I guess self-enforced celibacy is a good way to encourage that seething rages."

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

*tops off both cups. Can feel it but is only a warm glow*

Anything that includes us can't be too bad.

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

(( Started new thread. (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/78432.html?thread=2135648#t2135648) ))

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

[[ooc: it's past my bed time. You wanna leave, or shall we continue the seduction tomorrow?]]

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

[ooc: *g* Oh definitely continue tomorrow. Sleep well!]

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek's feeling the warmth as well, not yet used to drinking in this current incarnation. He nods in agreement, amused. "I won't argue that point."

Lifting his glass in a toast, he grins at Han. "So... To us, maybe?"

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Us.

You need another?

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

He eyes his glass, which seems to have become empty rather quickly. "Sure, why not?" Once filled, he has a sip, then peers down into the purple liquid. "Funny. It tastes better now."

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Most things do on the second time around.

*looks Krycek up and down, and decides to quit being subtle*

Which are you best on, first time or second?

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek's eyes widen slightly, looking at Han like a deer suddenly caught in the headlights, oddly tense. "What?"

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

You heard me.
I've been signalling all night, you've been reading and signalling back.

You look man enough to understand how the game is played.

Think you can take me?

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Or didn't anyone ever tell you the Corellian word for "male sex" is the same as the word for "fight?"

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek quickly sits up straight at that, opening his mouth to protest or object -- he's cut off by a purely mental ring (from his internally installed cellphone, courtesy Spider of course) that feels like it rattles the buzz right out of his skull. Disoriented, he glares at Han for lack of anyone else. "Phone call, sorry. I think I need to go-- I'll find my own way out."