"...not nearly enough money in that last tour, Cortez," It was a conversation decades old, between Baromir and Cortez, even if the details changed each time. "Seriously, we could have had that planet in the palms of our hands, but no... You had to have relations with the Governor's daughters. I spent five weeks trying to hash out trade agreements and you manage to smoke it all in a couple nights."<br/><br/>He took another swill of cold beer when he and Cortez stopped at another spot. He mulled over it like one of the regulars, all the woes of the universe pressing down on him for not catching a break. The tab he had set had been spent and overturned by Cortez as well. The crew wouldnt be as jolly, otherwise. Baromir didnt remove his shades as he rubbed his eyes in frustration. "You could have at least sent one of the girls my way..."