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[almosthonorable]

A cowboy walks into a bar.

Only when said cowboy orders his usual whiskey, he gets a little something extra.

(Or, you know, a lot something extra.)

Bewildered beyond measure (and now HATLESS, WHUT) Ben's on a stool.




-- playing with a spyglass.



[ tiny tag: harvey dent ]

[ ooc: intermittent and sudden slowtimes guaranteed thanks to a design project, but guys. guys. i couldn't resist. i will tag like a tagging thing as i'm able, i assure y'all! ]

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[agloriousthing]

The Pirate King eyes him carefully but he's not a constable and greets him with a flourish,

"Well met, fellow sailor."

[almosthonorable]

Ben looks up from the spyglass.

And blinks.

"I, uh — I reckon."

A beat.

" -- you, too."

[agloriousthing]

(OOC: Fangirl squee at the pretty.)

Music swells in the background, "I am the Pirate King."

[almosthonorable]

He hears music.

-- music?

Rubbing at one ear, "Ben Wade."

[agloriousthing]

"Ah and you serve in the Royal Navy?"

For a Pirate King, he really doesn't sound worried about this.

[almosthonorable]

"Well, I — "

He looks down at his attire and shakes his head.

It's possibly in disapproval.

"Dunno how the hell this happened."

A beat.

"No, I know how," he amends, eyeing the bartop. "Just dunno why."

[walking_napalm]

Someone sitting a few stools down lowers the newspaper that she'd been reading, and she looks Ben over for a minute.

Liz Sherman -- in a black skirt, black sweater, black tights, and black stompy boots -- says, "Hi."

It's entirely possible that she's not doing well at hiding a smirk.

"Halloween come early, Ben?"

[almosthonorable]

Ben's peering through the spyglass at the shelves behind the bar.

Without lowering said spyglass, he swivels.

And smiles when he focuses on Liz.

(Through the spyglass. Yep.)

"Howdy, just-Liz."

[walking_napalm]

Dry as anything: "Nice outfit."

[almosthonorable]

He finally lowers the spyglass.

And shakes his head, short and suddenly solemn.

"Wasn't my idea."

[walking_napalm]

"You mean you didn't join up with the British Royal Navy?" She smiles; starts folding up the paper (it's the National Enquirer; the cover has a fuzzy picture of something furry and three-headed). "I'm shocked."

In the way where she isn't, at all.

[gothams-knight.livejournal.com]

Harvey Dent is not happy.

Not by a long shot given that he's got An outfit (http://www.piratemerch.com/images/Captain_Hook_Pirate_Costume.jpg) on too.

Perhaps he's seeking commiseration?

"...You too huh?"

Law-breaker meet...Lawyer?

:D

[almosthonorable]

Ben's running a hand through his newly-long (and blond[ish], the hell?) hair.

He looks over with a slight grimace.

"Guess so."

Harvey's attire gets a sad head-shake.

"Miss Bar's got a funny definition of showin' folks a good time."

[gothams-knight.livejournal.com]

Harvey's eyes narrow, "...This better not be a regular occurance."

He's going to hate what the mun has planned for him this halloween.

[almosthonorable]

Harvey will not be alone in his honkin' case of mun-hate.

"Least there's alcohol."

To dull the pirate pain.

[aimedforthemoon]

"Oh, that's just not fair."

Not that that was the first clue that Esfir is around, oh no. There had been a very, very sweet request in Russian for her dogtags be returned to her now, please, if you would care to avoid being made into fireword (swords are wonderful, wonderful things), and then the clipping of high-heeled boots.

"You actually look good."

[almosthonorable]

Ben looks up from his spyglass.

And forgets about it entirely.

"This ain't my finest hour by a long shot. But you look mighty fine, Lieutenant."

He really likes the corset.

[aimedforthemoon]

"I'll swap you."

[almosthonorable]

He pretends to consider this, giving Esfir's attire a long and appreciative look.

"Think I might split a seam or three."

[aimedforthemoon]

"I'm sure you'd manage."

[song_tra_bong]

"That's a mighty sharp outfit you've got on there."

Mary Anne drops onto a neighboring barstool, kitted out in an appropriately piratical skirt, jacket and boots.

[almosthonorable]

"I got tassels."

Ben eyes one of them dubiously as he shrugs a shoulder to make the gold fringe dance.

Then he looks over.

"But you, Miss Mary Anne — you look real pretty. Think Miss Bar might like you more'n me."

[song_tra_bong]

She grins (and resists the urge to poke the tassels).

"If she's nice to me now, it's only because she's been less than kind before in the outfit department."

[almosthonorable]

"That right?"

His lips twitch.

"Kinda trouble's she made for you?"

[song_tra_bong]

"Well, one particular occasion comes to mind where she stuck me in an opera dress with a hoopskirt out to here."

She holds her arms out about as far as they can go.

"And that's not even counting the wig."