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[street_sparrow]

Gavroche arrives at the bar, orders a meal, and finds himself with a stack of unexplained precious metals as well.

Shortly afterwards, he's sitting in a booth picking at his food and staring at the gift as he thinks about what to do with it.

Happy hour

[jackdaws_master]

Edward Kenway has precious little patience for anybody who abuses their authority, but his definition of abuse of authority can be more than a little loose. For instance, soldiers of Spain confiscating the cargo of an Englishman who, quite understandably- ran from a tavern after his ship's helmsman apparently started a fight; that might be considered perfectly reasonable by Spanish standards, but to the Englishmen affected by it it's a ridiculously high-handed and gratuitous abuse of power. Especially when part of the cargo taken belongs to Edward rather than to the man whose ship he happened to be sailing. Edward really doesn't like it when people take his things.

Fortunately, Spaniards aren't always the best at keeping track of their own possessions. Edward firmly believes that he should be free to do unto others as they've done unto him, so he relieved the soldiers' captain of his keys, made his way to the fort where things were kept, and... well, if the Spaniards hadn't wanted him to get his papers and that odd crystal thing back, they really should've been paying more attention to who might have been creeping over the fort's walls from the direction of the ocean. Anybody might've gotten in that way, so long as they were sufficiently motivated and capable of scaling walls with a hundred-foot drop to the waves below. Utterly careless of them.

At any rate Edward has his things back, and has made his apologies to the merchant for the loss of his sugar to the Spaniards, and while he was expecting this place to just let him come in and stash a few of his valuables, he's been given a napkin with a note on it. Well, he can live with that.

"Anything with Cuban rum, or any other Spanish stuff in it, is half its usual price for so long as I'm serving tonight," he announces as he comes around to the serving side of the Bar. "And likely any time I've got to serve in future, as well."

No reason to funnel any coin more than necessary back to those bastards in Havana or Madrid, eh?

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[realmrsreynolds]

[Over the holidays: "Is Ginacorano a beer?"]

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[brutalcareer]

Cato is sitting near the fire place, working with a knife and a whetstone. He moves the stone across the blade, honing the edge. When he is satisfied with the edge, he puts it in a sheath and keeps it there. He sat back in the chair and thought for a moment before heading to Bar and asking quietly for a drink. He smiled a little as the drink appeared and brought it back to his seat. The fire felt warm on his face and a smile crossed it as he closed his eyes. Then for a moment, his body stiffened as he remembered something. He shook himself free of the flashback and took a sip of his drink, although he was shaking a bit.

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[fry_sandhu]

[oom: Fry plays a new game with his neighbour - seeing what things from Mum's handbag melt in the microwave.]

There's a new trend going around school. Naturally, it's the newest thing ever and nobody has ever done it before.

Fry borrowed one of the new gadgets off Teddy, and is in the corner experimenting.

He can make the yo-yo go down just fine, but hasn't yet mastered the 'making it come back up' part.