Carth's magical adventure, ROUND TWO, MOTHERFUCKERS!

[Anastasia]

"Perhaps, but I still think you're more suited to this." Rachel nods.

[Carthrat]

"Rachel, if you ever think you're suited to this sort of life than me," replies Carthrat, rolling his eyes, "it'll be the last time I talk to anyone younger than me."

[Anastasia]

"Heh," she smiles a bit. "I'm not at all, but I have a reason to live this life right now," she shrugs.

[Carthrat]

"And you must never forget that," replies Carthrat, sagely.

[Anastasia]

"Yea-"

Rachel is cut off by the door opening. Tir returns, waving three tickets. "How does the Angelmoa system sound?" he asks, glancing around.

[Carthrat]

"Never heard of it," replies Carthrat.

[Anastasia]

Tir snorts. "It's a small system a few million light years past here," he explains. "Small, peaceful and a stop on the trade routes. Perfect for a getaway or at least a bit of a difference."

[Carthrat]

"Do they have nice beaches?" asks Carthrat.

[Anastasia]

"I thought you knew everything, Carthrat," Tir replies, mock surprise in his voice. "The great Carthrat doesn't have the star systems memorized?"

[Carthrat]

"I made a note to forget the shitholes you hang out in," replies Carthrat. "They're so *dirty*."

[Anastasia]

"No better than whatever gin joint you spent most of your time at on Earth," he fires back lightly. "'Course, I guess you don't remember that too much, either."

[Carthrat]

"I was in debt and had an addiction to smoking," replies Carthrat. "I don't know how I'm going to survive without a pack a day, y'know."

[Anastasia]

"Huh," Tir says. "Where the hell did that come from?" You can almost see  a question mark hovering over his head.

[Carthrat]

"Why do you think I was hanging in a place like that?" replies Carthrat, rolling his eyes. "What, you think I stayed for the company?"

[Anastasia]

"Right," he shrugs. "Anyway, the shuttle leaves tomorrow, early," Tir comments. "I needed a bit of time to get my shit together," he says afterwords, as if explaining the delay.