tentacruelest | 15th Wave

[Valentines]

Sylvanas;
Stay true to yourself.
Keep a weather eye on the horizon.
I'll guide you through the storm.

William Bush;
You keep me ship-shape,
Even if I loathe you for it at times.
Steer fast and true

[Spam]

[at dinnertime, a new face appears in the pub. He's old and he's an inmate, fiddling with an odd pocketwatch with one hand and hugging a Maine Coon cat in the other. Still, he navigates the Barge like he's been here for months. If anyone were to look closely they might determine that it's Tentacle Beard himself, disguised as a human.

He drops down in a booth, setting the cat on the table, and begins to order drinks.

Lots and lots of drinks.

Midway through, he starts singing;]

What d'yeh do with a drunken sailor..

What d'yeh do with a drunken sailor..

What d'yeh do with a drunken sailor, ear-lye in the mor-nin'...

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From:

sickjoke

If that's what you prefer; so long as it's not 'late for dinner', you can call me whatever you please.

[ He took a sip of his drink, and then asid: ] Should I ask which Jack turned your key, or should I just move on to the next verse of Druken Sailor?

From:

tentacruelest

[Jones scowls, not getting the joke at all]

What's it matter to you which Jack it was? You don't know him.

From:

sickjoke

Alright, alright... no worries. [ He doesn't want to pry ] Hood it is.

From:

tentacruelest

Hood, then.

What are you drinking, Hood?

From:

sickjoke

This is a John Wilkes Booth. It's Root and Bourbon, with orange slices, cinnanom sticks, and brown sugar. Add over ice, shake it, double strain it, add a twist of orange and a cinnamon stick garnish. It's like a -- spicy root beer. Maybe a little medicinal, but... [ He shrugs; he likes it. ]

Would you care to try one?

Edited Date: 2014-02-17 10:00 pm (UTC)

From:

tentacruelest

[The reference passes over Davy's head, who merely grunts and extends a hand out for a glass]

Aye, I'll give it a shot. Send one over.

From:

sickjoke

[ Hood gets one ordered, and soon has one. There you are. ]

A bit sweet, a bit spicy.

From:

tentacruelest

[He starts downing it immediately, drinking hard, fast and deep]

...Fruity.

From:

sickjoke

Have you ever had root beer? It's kind of like that, with more orange to it.

From:

tentacruelest

Can't say as I've had. No.

From:

sickjoke

It's not alcohol but you might like it. [ Time to get a round of fizzy soda pop, because honestly, he hasn't tried fizzy soda pop? ]

From:

tentacruelest

If it ain't alcohol, I already don't like it.

[But this is said with some amusement; Davy is taking advantage of what may be the one and only time he can successfully get drunk on the Barge]

From:

sickjoke

Pfft, give it a try.

And if you like it, There's some other things with soda we can give you that do have booze in it!

[ He's helping you get shitfaced, okay? ]

From:

tentacruelest

[He gives a suspicious look to Hood, before drinking deep, hiccuping at the end of it]

...Well, it ain't rum.

From:

sickjoke

No, that it isn't. Sweet and sugary. The good stuff is made, small batch -- proper sarsaparilla and... [ he sighs ] I love the stuff when a good brewery makes it.

From:

tentacruelest

[He gives a nod, drinking more of it to absorb the flavor]

Yeh know a lot of it.

From:

sickjoke

I did a lot of odd jobs, after -- [ he gesture to his Glasgow Grin ] the scars. Not the bleach. Couldn't get up on stage anymore, but I managed to be interesting enough behind a bar.