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[dr_sarcasm]

OF COURSE TON'S BEEN AROUND.

He's just a NINJA dead... doc... pilot... thing. Really.

One way or another, he has chosen to reveal himself. Because the mun at long last exists again. And so it is that, armed with a datapad and a glass bottle of Halmad Prime, Ton is perched precariously on the arm of the couch.

He looks bored.

Passersby, beware.

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[incorsecsdreams]

Mirax knows that look if not that man. It's why she is watching him very, very carefully as she makes her way to the bar proper. She's in this place again, so clearly she needs a drink.

[dr_sarcasm]

...And she's cute, so Ton will happily make note of her presence.

"You! Miss! You're in this bar empty-handed. That's against the rules." Ton waves at the Bar. "Quick! It's on my tab, just order something so Security doesn't show you the door!"

....Hold on. It seems Ton has even confused his MUN by being nice.

[incorsecsdreams]

Oh, Ton. You fool.

Mirax suppresses a broad grin and affects a hesitant expression. "Are you sure?" she asks, sounding unsure of herself.

[dr_sarcasm]

"Go for it!"

Hey, what's he got to lose? He's already dead.

[incorsecsdreams]

She doesn't suppress the grin this time as she turns to the bar and orders a bottle of 100 year old Alderaanian wine. Not that she intends to drink it, of course. This'll turn her quite a nice profit back home.

"Thanks," she shoots over at her benefactor.

[dr_sarcasm]

..............................

"You've got good taste."

Suckered in!

"Hang on, Bar actually let you put that on my tab? I didn't know I had that much credit with this place." He looks up at the board--"Hey, wait, my tab was in black not red."

[incorsecsdreams]

Mirax just smirks. "Maybe that'll teach you to be a bit more discerning when offering to buy a lady a drink," she laughs. Still, she's not completely heartless, so she orders a couple of whiskeys and hands one to him.

"There," she teases, "Now we're even. A drink for a drink."

[dr_sarcasm]

He looks back and forth from his drink to her bottle. "Yeah, think next time I'll just offer her a nerfburger or something." He shakes his head ruefully and knocks back the whiskey. Besides--he's got Prime!

"So aside from swindling dashing young doctors out of fantastic bottles of wine that don't exist in the real world anymore... what exactly IS your job?"

[incorsecsdreams]

"That pretty much sums it up," Mirax grins. "Though sometimes I'm swindling hardened mercenaries out of artifacts they don't know don't exist anymore."

She extends a hand, "Mirax Terrik. Want something rare and obscure? I'm just the person to obtain it."

[dr_sarcasm]

"How about a tab in the green?" Ton grins wryly and shakes the offered hand. "Name's Ton Phanan. Doctor, pilot, wit, and superior intellect--most of the time."

He swigs from the Prime bottle and salutes Mirax with it. "Oh yeah, I'm also dead and loving it. Keep forgetting to add that part."

[incorsecsdreams]

"Dead, huh? How's that going for you?"

[dr_sarcasm]

"Pretty good. Miss my friends, my squadmates... but some of them even pop in here from time to time, so I'm pretty set here. Lot of people to meet, don't have to patch up laser burns or concussions or... well, you name it. I get to just be my charming, irresistable, cyborg self," he says with a grin that looks like he learned it from a Corellian.

Miss Face, though.

[incorsecsdreams]

She eyes him, grinning, "You sound like a Corellian." Because most people would have trouble maintaining that sort of ego, but they put something in the water on Corellia...

[dr_sarcasm]

"Must have rubbed off from my commanding officer. Or Tainer. Or maybe Face."

Because TON PHANAN HAS NO EGO PROBLEM. LUDICROUS.

[incorsecsdreams]

"Mmmmhmmmmmm..." Mirax hums in amusement, clearly believing him except for the part where she doesn't.

Because TON PHANAN IS A MODEST AND SELF-EFFACING CYBORG PILOT DOCTOR. OBVIOUSLY.