Heeeeeee's baaaaaack...

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Door opens, and in walks a man. A man with his head bowed, clad in a brown pilot jumpsuit with a newly-sewn patch on the shoulder, one that looks like--well, almost like an abstract version of a bird of prey, wings upswept. He looks preoccupied, but the noise of the bar makes him look up.

"--the kriff?"

It takes a few seconds to sink in, but when it does, Corran's grin could light Coruscant's underworld. "Sithspit! How long has it been since I've been here?!?"

Corran half-runs to Bar and pats the familiar wood. "Hey, how bout a Whyren's?"

But Bar hasn't forgotten Corran. His tab materializes, a not-so-subtle hint from Bar as to just when he'll get his Whyren's.

Horn frowns. "Alright, well, at least you haven't added interest."

Bar does so.

"Hey, no fair!"

Come bother the pilot/cop who's arguing with a mischievous and reproachful piece of wood!

[OOC note: Homeworking while I do this, but I'll be in and out all day. Good to be home, Milliways!--mun]

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[morethanprops]

Moist is looking over a map of the Sto Plains and a brochure about the spa towns of Uberwald when Corran arrives.

He laughs, he's in the shirtsleeves of a quality suit, "Apparently you were missed?"

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"Me? Maybe. My credits? Definitely.

Corran glowers at Bar.

Bar responds with a glass of water.

"Very funny." He shakes his head. "She's feistier than I remember. She been like this a lot lately, or do I just remember wrong?"

[morethanprops]

"I think she's always been like that,"

After all she's made Moist bartend by pointing out that his real name is on the tab board.

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"Woulnd't shock me. It's been a long time."

Corran eyes the other man at the bar carefully. His old instincts from CorSec were singing that this guy just felt like trouble, but... well, what the hell. He extends a hand "Corran Horn. You?"

[morethanprops]

"Alfred Spangler,"

Moist's handshake is firm and he looks Corran in the eye, he's really a trustworthy man.

[electro_kinetic]

There are some things, some tones of voice, that transcend words themselves. This is mostly what gets Nori's attention--blue hair swinging around as her head turns towards the noise.

"Bar's not playing nice again?" This gets her a napkin--she roundly ignores it--as the teenage Asian looking girl questions Corran.

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Corran snorts. "You could say that. You'd think she'd be happy to see an old friend, but she's adding a ridiculous amount of interest. You'd think I'd have been gone years or something."

Ha ha, Corran. Ha ha.

[electro_kinetic]

"Well, have you?" She's never really been one for beating around the bush, this girl. It's not particularly helpful in her line of work: well, the beating part maybe, the bush thing not so much. Nori sips her bubble tea--it's actually just fruit juice, but the black tapioca balls are still in the bottom of the tumbler.

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"Well, in my world, yea, but I seem to recall months could fly here in a a day or two at--." Corran freezes midsentence. He runs a few numbers in his head, looks at the interest again...

"Huh. Bar, dear, did you think I'd just skip out on my tab?"

[electro_kinetic]

Nori chews silently as she watches Corran converse. "Hey, if you've been gone years, and you weren't locked out, it's a reasonable assumption."

Nori has yet to be locked out; on the contrary, she's mostly locked in to prevent doing something potentially foolish for her health.

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There's a man already at the bar when Corran reaches it. He's kind of hard to miss, what with being built like a tank. He glances over at Corran's order curiously.

Max is always on the lookout for new alcohol. And he's only made it through 'D' on his quest to do things alphabetically.

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Corran is somewhat conscious of a (much) larger and (way more) muscular man standing nearby, but doesn't actually act on it; he's still a bit more vexed about the ridiculous addition to his tab, and continues to argue over it with Bar.

"Look, I don't know how YOU welcome old friends but usually it's a polite, 'Hey, how you been, let me buy you a drink and we can swap stories," Not, "Hi, you owe me more than you made this week, pay up, sucker." Can't we meet somewhere in the middle?"

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Max can't help but snort in amusement at that. "You don't actually think that will work, do you? I've found that Bar can be... stubborn when it suits her."

He pauses, then glances down at the wood, eyes widening a bit. "That's a good thing!" he says hurriedly, lest she decide to turn on him as well.

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Corran gives the (damn, he's big) man a wall-eyed stare. "Whether or not I think it'll work is irrelevant. I've gotta try, don't I?"

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"Unless it backfires," Max points out. "In which case you're better off not, I think."

[undignified]

Wes (subtly) slides along a glass of whiskey from a little ways down the Bar.

Only because he's built up substantial credit from his bartending days, you understand, and Wedge would glare if Wes didn't support his fellow squadron mates. Or ... something like that.

An Oreo may or may not hit Corran's head a few seconds later.

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The glass almost slides by Corran before he grabs it and realizes OH FORCE LIQUID GOLD!!! He looks down the bar, intent on thanking (and possibly worshipping) the sender--

Oh, no. Nevermind the worshipping.

Corran snaps his fingers and points. "I know you. I ran into you, and Bugbite, and that Amazon on Corellia a few years back."

Cue the Oreo. And confused blinking.

"When did cookies become thrown weapons?!?"

[undignified]

Wes was readying another chocolatey missile, but he pauses to consider Corran's words. (Also, decides to take a bite of the cookie instead.)

"A few years? Bugbite?"

The glee in his voice is, probably, unmistakeable.

"I always forget how much I love Milliways. Anyway, since when weren't cookies thrown weapons, Horn?"

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"Since I was five." Corran eyes this guy. "Is it possible you've gotten even weirder since that kidnapping mission thing?"

He hesitates, because he's got a Very Bad Feeling about the next question he's going to ask.

"And what exactly do you mean, You 'love Milliways?' Is there something I oughta know?"

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Bonzo notices and recognizes a certain pilot/cop from...well, it has been a long time.

"Corran? Uh, sir?"

Bonzo is a bit timid as he approaches Corran...it has been several years since he's seen him, and there's no telling when he's from.

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Sir?? No one calls Corran sir... He turns, and takes a long look at the boy. It's been awhile, so he's not sure, but the kid seems familiar somehow...

Corran then gets hit in the face by Deja Vu.

"Uh, hi. Have we... did we meet? I feel like you're familiar..."

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Bonzo certainly did...particularly the older Corran in the Bar long ago.

"We did. It's been a while." Beat. "Uh, I still have your blaster. The one you...haven't given to me." Bonzo reaches to his waist and produces the blaster from its holster. You know, the same blaster Corran is probably packing right now?

Logic bomb for the win!

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Corran, of course, is missing said blaster at this opportune moment. Not s'posed to carry weapons on base. But he takes a good, long look at the blaster.

"Where... how..." Corran looks up, and his memory slowly jogs to catch up. "Bruck, right. Been a while, pal. The 'older version of me' thing, right?" Corran smiles slowly. Kriff, but this places takes a different line of thinking... and when you haven't used it in--well, years...

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!!!!!!!!!!! HI THERE.

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*GLOMP* HEEEEEEEEEYS.