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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.



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[ 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]

(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."

[agloriousthing]

"It appears a day to celebrate the sea, embrace it, my friend and join me in some rum."

Ben is clapped on the back.

[almosthonorable]

Ben downs the last of his whiskey.

"Now that is a damn fine idea. Take a seat, first round's on me."

He may be unconsciously tapping one foot on the rung of his stool thanks to the music in his head the background.

[agloriousthing]

Its rather catchy music too,

"Of course it is. Now where are you sailing, Ben?"

[almosthonorable]

Ben requests a bottle of rum and two fresh glasses from Bar.

Pouring out some for the Pirate King and himself, he gives a one-shouldered shrug.

"Ain't got a boat."

A beat and a slight grimace.

"Just the goddamn outfit."

[agloriousthing]

"Its an honorable outfit though."

[almosthonorable]

"Thank you."

Ben lifts his glass; he'll drink to that.

(Mostly because he has no other choice.)

[agloriousthing]

"You're welcome. Now tell me your tale, fine Ben Wade."

[almosthonorable]

It's possible that Ben's nodding to the music now, just a little.

"Walked over to Miss Bar for a drink, and this happened. I'm more of the cowboy sort."

[agloriousthing]

Soon he'll be dancing and all will be right with the world,

"Cowboy from the Wild West of America?"

[almosthonorable]

"That's the one," he nods.

"'Bout you? Bet you've got pirate stories, don'tcha?"

[agloriousthing]

"Oh yes, for after all its a glorious thing to be a Pirate King."

Now he's just flat out singing.

[almosthonorable]

"You, uh, sing a lot?"

[agloriousthing]

The Pirate King stops and looks curiously at Ben,

"Doesn't everyone?"

[almosthonorable]

Ben stops nodding, but his foot is still moving.

" -- sometimes?"

If he keeps drinking, it's a sure bet he'll break into a (lesser-known) ditty called, "They're Gonna Hang Me In the Mornin'."

[agloriousthing]

"Charming, then we shall have to sing together."

Then he's off into a round of A Glorious Thing, Bar provides more rum, she approves of singing.

[almosthonorable]

Ben downs three shots of rum in quick succession.

And then he's up.

And dancing (much to his own shock and awe).






It looks like a jig.

If you squint.

[agloriousthing]

The Pirate King applauds and joins him though his dancing is a lot better.

[almosthonorable]

Ben's eyebrows rise along with his spirits.

The Pirate King's pretty damn good.

This calls for more rum.

And more jigs.