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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]

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.