<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/d58dffffa658c4a8a4abdc5e1055ac9e/tumblr_mrmndmsG3Y1qixqpxo10_250.png)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">Samson Castle</span></span></strong>,<em>Captain of the Man's Ruin </em><br/>2519, present day<br/>Location - The Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown, Persephone<br/>Tagging - Thalia and the group of stragglers walking in tow<hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Playing in the background</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jHp68Qniyg8</div></div><br/>The patrons of the bar lined up to add more songs to the music, Samson's selections were up and his third beer was almost gone. He was ready to get up and find a bite to eat when he spotted Thalia enter the bar with a crowd. Assuming they were friends of hers, he didn't really acknowledge them until she was walking to his table with a purpose.<br/><br/>Besides the comments earlier in the cockpit, she had no reason to be mad at him so he assumed it was on behalf of them all. His eyes zoned in on the red head before looking at her face, the hand that had worked its way to his holster loosened.<br/><br/>"Is this is some sort of an intervention, save it, I am only on my third."<br/>