<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7HI4r.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Phil<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Scoundrel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Brazen Hussy<br/><strong>Time:</strong>9/3/2505, Late Afternoon<br/><strong>With:</strong>Levi, Open<br/><br/>Phil followed after her.<strong>"Hey, come on. You  know if he hadn't had that ace, I would've gotten away with that,"</strong>he complained jokingly.<strong>"And just because they won't play with me at this bar doesn't mean they won't play with me elsewhere. They can't all have heard about this little mishap already."</strong>He raised an eyebrow when she mentioned that he had been eying her since they had met. He didn't deny it, but didn't open his mouth to confirm it, either. The smuggler sat down next to her, and said,<strong>"Well, that depends. Since we're doing this on your dime, I'll try to keep it to the not-so-fancy stuff. There's this drink they make back in the Core. It's called absinthe, and, let me tell you, it's strong stuff. Out here though, it costs more than a pretty penny. I think I'll stick to whiskey."</strong><br/><br/>Once the drinks had arrived, the smuggler asked,<strong>"So, what's a girl like you doing in a bar like this? I mean, those clothes look pretty high-class compared to what the rest of the people in here are wearing, myself included. You don't seem to be from around here."</strong>