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[such_sins]

Ethan is quickly coming to the realization that ocean voyages are long and boring. Fortunately, he has a magic bar to entertain him as he drinks his breakfast.

Cue one gunslinger working on a bottle of whiskey one patient glass at a time.

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[witchfinder_general]

A tall, middle-aged man in almost clerical black comes walking in through the door when Ethan is at roughly his third glass; the door closes on a bright blue corridor, gleaming and blank, the like of which Ethan has likely never seen.

He is carrying some books and papers, and gives Ethan and his bottle something of a look before settling down two tables over, and ordering tea.

[such_sins]

Ethan notes the look and offers a smirk in reply. Once the man is settled, he might, perchance, to look at his reading materials.

[witchfinder_general]

His reading materials are mostly about vampires, with some books about demons, werewolves, and psychology thrown in.

[such_sins]

"Those for real in your world? Or are making stories?" Ethan asks, curious despite himself, or perhaps because of himself.

[witchfinder_general]

"Vampires are, unfortunately, very real," the priest-like man says.

[such_sins]

"I met one of those vampires here. It was quite a surprise."

[witchfinder_general]

"What was he like?" the priest asks.

[such_sins]

Ethan smiles at the man's assumption.

"Are all vampires male then? I'm afraid she was somewhat of a decent sort, though we didn't talk too much."

[witchfinder_general]

"No, but the most visible and pesky one here is," the priest says. "Decent sort? That would not have been the somewhat, erm, 'trashy' blonde?"

One can positively hear the air quotes.

[runningred]

Jay bounces to the bar, looking a little singed but cheerful. Someone's been having fun playing with things that go boom. He orders a shot of Bourbon and throws it back.

He smiles at Ethan. "Hey man. How's it going?"

[such_sins]

Ethan scowls a bit but turns it into a smile.

"Long and boring," he replies with a sip of his whiskey. Smelling the Bourbon, he wonders why he didn't get some of that instead. Not that whiskey is bad, mind. "I'm a few days into an ocean voyage of a few weeks."

[runningred]

"Ah." Jay nods sympathetically. "Being here might not make it going any faster but I'm guessing the booze is better?" He orders himself another drink, sipping it slower this time.

[such_sins]

"Ain't that's the Lord's honest truth," Ethan replies with a nod and a salute with his glass. "Even if the quality wasn't good, the quantity and variety is its own selling point."

"Ethan Chandler, 1891. Currently on my way to merry old England."

[runningred]

"Jay Todd. 2008." He offers Ethan his hand. "Currently on my way back to the USA."

He nods to the whiskey. "Next time, try the Rabanastre Fire Whiskey. I have a feeling you'll like it."

[such_sins]

"Why wait for next time? Lady, if I could get a glass of that there Fire Whiskey to try a taste?"

Ethan takes the glass when it appears and gives it a sniff before taking a sip, closing his eyes to give it the proper focus. "Oh, that is nice. The kind you drink for the taste."

[runningred]

"As opposed to the stuff you drink to get drunk." Jay nods to the bottle Ethan was drinking from. "That looks like something you might regret in the morning."