<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, Early Afternoon<br/><strong>With:</strong>Levi, Wally, Open<br/><br/>Phil did as he was asked... or rather, ordered. It didn't stop him from leveling a glare in the factory worker's direction, but he didn't much relish the idea of being shot over a game of cards.<strong>"Look, let's be reasonable here. Take the money, and we all get to walk away from this little altercation with all of our body parts still functioning,"</strong>he said as he was led behind the bar. This had turned sour quickly.<br/><br/>The smuggler didn't object to the man taking the money, but he took exception when he asked the girl to strip down. Phil looked Wally in the eye and said,<strong>"Look, friend. I can understand why you think we'd be working together, but understand this. I've never seen the lady here before in my life. Hell, I don't even know her name. So, understand this. I was the only one conning you in there. She just got lucky, fair and square. Why don't you let her scamper off with her clothing and her dignity, and we can settle this like proper gentlemen?"</strong>