<br/><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 - Aaron Shaw and Babs directly.Santiago, Shey, Thalia in the background, Astrid looking to be pointed in Samson's direction<hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">playing</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SRvCvsRp5ho</div></div><br/>It was not everyday Samson had to greet someone properly, the etiquette the academy had instilled in him was a discipline not easily forgotten. A long time had passed since  Samson had come face to face with a courtesan but the customs rarely changed. Samson tipped his hat properly and took her offered hand in a simple gesture, he did not lean in to kiss her fingers nor anything else as they had never met before. "Ma'am" He greeted before sitting back.<br/><br/>"The shuttles are unoccupied, are you sure you want to hitch a ride? We don't spend a lot of time near the core worlds. Clientele for your profession might run scarce here and then, a courtesan prices are steep for a lot of the people on the rim and border worlds." Samson bluntly stated, perhaps trying to convince her to reconsider renting a shuttle. Subconsciously his heart? Or maybe it was another organ telling him not to trust another damn red head.<br/>