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Will and Doc enter from the back, carrying Jack Sparrow between them, he is bound with duct tape and both outlaws are grinning as they lay him down on a table ignoring all protests and bargaining.

Now the search for where best to display their prize for the most amusement, perhaps tied to a rafter.

The two outlaws are welcome to suggestions or just poke the pirate.

(OOC:Three pups, three muns, Jack's trussed, Will and Doc are grinning, come and have fun!)

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Doc glances around.

"I don't know where the peanuts are, I'm sure you could ask Bar for some..."

A bowl appears, and Doc offers it over.

A nice bowl full of peanuts with a note attached.

"Ask Jack if he's allergic," it says.

"Oi. Pirate. Do peanuts agree with you?"

"The name's Sparrow," he drawls. "Captain Jack Sparrow, of the Black Pearl, if you'd be so kind as to use it."

A beat, and a halfhearted, tape-limited shrug.

"Never minded them particularly before, mate."

"You're a little too much on the tied up side to be worried about names mate."

Somebody's letting their inner Death Eater out to play.

"'Sparrow' it is then."

Pause. Or not.

"Good. Here. Catch."

A few of the peanuts are tossed Jack's way, one bouncing off the nose.

What is it with Rabastan and peanuts anyways...?

Doc stifles a chuckle and then reaches for the bowl, and takes a small handful.

To his credit, he eats them. Doesn't throw them.

Then nods at Will.

"You'd probably get better luck with him, he can move his head around."

"I could, and maybe I'm wrong, but I don't think Will would appreciate being given the Salty Nuts Treatment tonight."

So what makes him think Jack Sparrow would?

He grabs some peanuts and pops them into his mouth. Or flicks one or two at Jack.

He might be doing that? :D?

Will eats a few peanuts and offers Jack some more rum,

"Cap'n, ye'll 'ave to forgive the wizard, 'e's got a thing for throwin' food, dinna understand it meself."

Then pulls his knife and cuts the tape at Jack's wrists, "Just to keep it fair, canna let 'im 'ave too much o'an advantage."

We'll keep it simple: Rabastan's a brat.

"It's fun," he says, mock-pouting. "You can't deny that, not when you enjoy getting me all covered in chili sauce once in a while."

Pause.

"You're a sporting man Will. I like that, chum."

Another pause to give Jack some peanuts. This is more like it.

"Here mate. Have some ammunition."

With a quick movement, Jack's swung his legs from the table and is sitting upright.

There's something near-feral in his grin, in the glitter in his eyes.

"Oh, I've got all the ammunition I need, mate. Much more better than these, savvy?"

Casually, he eats a peanut.

"We've got a rule about the use of guns inside the bar," he points out. Rabastan knows about guns. "But you know that already, I'm sure."

And he's decided that Jack is officially No Fun At All.

That means no more peanut toss. For now. Yey for growing up a little.

"So. Jack. Why are you tied up like this?"

The wizard [kinda] knows why he just wants to hear it from Jack Sparrow himself.

"You refused an unrefusable offer?"

"Know all sorts of rules, aye."

Jack's rough drawl is lazily amused. He shrugs elaborately, indicating both Doc and Will.

"Fell afoul of two terrible outlaws, savvy?"

"But knowing's not the same as following, right?" he says. "Know something about that myself."

Pause to eat some peanuts thoughtfully.

"Did you? What did you do to them? Didn't steal anything from these outlaws did you? Like a lovely lass mayhaps?"

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