And with a Crash-

[foxy-l33t.livejournal.com]

Fading out is an echo of two voices...

"He's an angsty, emo, heartless sorcerer swordsman."

"He totally needs to get laid, then."

There's never a good closet around when you need one- at least, ever since someone came up with Rule #3. So what if Laini and Zelgadiss missed the stairs and whatever else door they were aiming for- They're at least out of the bar right now, and Laini is doing her best to get him out of his clothes.

(As for hers- Shapeshifter. That will only take a moment, unless he wants to help as well!)

They crash the door into the back room and onto a convenient couch. Zel winces a bit as the back of his head hits the armrest (because Laini is totally doing the pouncing) and, noticing their surroundings, says eloquently, "Um. Where are we?"

Laini blinks, maybe finally distracted. Somewhat. "Good question- though someone did leave a drink here."

Zelgadiss eyes said drink. It's blue. Very blue. "Yeah, but what sort is it?"


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[innerbrat]

"I don't want a bar hat," she insists. There's even pouting. In a comedy way (she thinks)

"Hats only look good on me if I steal them."

It's a pirate thing. He understands, right?

[herestherum.livejournal.com]

"I spent good money on that hat." He says, and he's pouting too now.

It's contagious.

[innerbrat]

"Dude."

She apparently thinks that white women with a Home-Counties centric British accent can carry off phrases like 'dude' with some semblance of credibility.

"What kind of pirate are you?"

[herestherum.livejournal.com]

"I'm a privateer. So a legal one. One who has to say that a hat was bought, even if I did, in fact, take it from the last governor of Jamaica after he lost a bet."

He winks. And swipes the hat back.

[innerbrat]

Debi squeals. Partly in indignation, but mostly in the overexcitedness that comes from fighting over hats with a real live pirate.

"So can I have rum, now?"

[herestherum.livejournal.com]

"Yes."

He hands her a mug. It's a full mug, at that. "How did you get here?"

[innerbrat]

FULL MUG OF RUM! Debi goes :-D!

She takes a small sip, though - she's a lush, she's not stupid - and waves her otherhand vaguely.

"Fecking Milliways," she says cheerfully. "You know how it is - can I wear your hat again?"

[herestherum.livejournal.com]

"If you run off with it, I will cut your feet off." He says, before plopping it on her head.

He's such a push over for a lady.

[innerbrat]

Awwwwwwww!

She grins widely, if not very ladylike, and sits right down next to him, toasting him with her mug of rum.

"I won't move then," she says. "I like my feet."

They're even clad in matching socks, today.

[herestherum.livejournal.com]

Well done!

She gets a hat.

"I'm glad that you see things my way."

Says the lsightly balding captain.

[innerbrat]

"Of course I do," she says, smirking. "Pirate."

She pats his bald spot affectionately.

[herestherum.livejournal.com]

He grumbles. Something about bilge rats.

"So, where are you from?"

[innerbrat]

"Slough," she says rather despondantly. "But I live in London, which is sort of better."

[herestherum.livejournal.com]

"Eh. London's okay." He shrugs. "I don't have much use for anything that far away form open water."

[innerbrat]

Debi gasps.

"Hey," she objects. "I'll have you know my city's got one of the oldest and most important operating ports in the world. Loads of cool ships, too, even after the thing with the Cutty Sark."

[herestherum.livejournal.com]

"It's not the oldest in my time." He notes, somewhat anachronistically. "Though perhaps the most important." He's not sure about that. "How do you even rate that?"

[innerbrat]

"London's the most important everything."

She says it with all the sincerity in the world.