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*leers a little from his corner booth*

*notices leer*

*grins back, waves*

*laughs*

Come drink with us, Jack! It's been ages since I've seen you.

Don't mind if I do!

*picks up rum and strolls over to the corner booth*

[ooc -- we're over on Pubdog's post, but if you'd rather stick here I'm sure Kalos could make conversation :D]

[ooc: Heh. Since Elizabeth just arrived and Jack would likely not run out on a pretty lady, let's consider that he'll sit here and call back and forth for the moment, and I'll drop an appropriate comment over in the other post.)

[sounds good. Er, where were we?]

[ooc: just getting started. ;) ]

*notices a lady's arrival mid-stroll, and settles back down quickly*

*serves up a rum, promptly*

*picks up coin*

Er. This is...just a coin, isn't it?

Ah...Captain?

Oh, so you've heard of me?

*smiles winningly*

No worries -- that there's not an Aztec piece. Dangerous, those.

*drinks rum, looks around at the assortment of beings*

That's... interesting. What sort of place is this, anyway? Not much like Tortuga.

Yes...someone once mentioned you're the worst pirate they'd ever heard of.

No, we keep things a bit quieter here. Sort of a place to...unwind a bit. Don't mind the chap with horns, by the by, or the turtle -- and we've got a few with wings...

Ah, but again, they had heard of me.

Quiet? This is a bar, isn't it? *looks confused*

Well. Not the sort you're used to, granted.

Think of it as....a cafe with alcohol.

*Green* alcohol, Black.

Hint, yes.

Yes ma'am. Some absinthe for you, this round? Or would you like me to have a go at the kiwis?

Kiwis.

Make me proud, dear.

*smirks*

*industriously begins chopping kiwis* Now Kiwis are a rather acidic citric plant, which means that you need a little bit of sweet to cut it with *stirs in just a hint of sugar* and perhaps....

Hmmm.

*brilliant grin*

Champagne.

*blends Kiwis with sugar, tosses into shaker, adds vintage champagne and ice*

*shakes vigorously and pours*

If you like it, my Lady, I'll have to name it. New Zealand Sunrise, perhaps.

Cos, Kiwis. *snicker*

*runs finger slowly down the side of Sirius' face*

Angel.

*shivers a little, but smiles*

Thank you, m'lady.

But most angels don't come with tails and floppy ears. *winks*

No, it's true. They come with tweed and drooping faces, or vodka and bloody dreams, or spare glasses.

Mortals are far more fun.

I tend to agree with you there, M'Lady. *eats a spare slice of kiwi, neatly*

So I bore you?

*tilts head to one side*

How could you bore me when you challenge me every night?

I was referring to angels in particular. Don't get me wrong, they're nice blokes, but it's all either eternal praises or angst, eh?

Speaking of challenges, Black, I have a proposal for you.

Oh, my mother told me never to say yes before the woman bought me a ring --

Right. Mortal humour again, sorry.

Your proposal, M'Lady?

You will not allow me to express my personality in the bar. Such is your perogative. However, I grow weary with such repression, and that doesn't bode particularly well.

I suggest a compromise. Let me have nights to play- games for all. Poker, perhaps, or dice. I will referee, and you will let me be, let me... play.

Oh my *rubs chin*

Now that is an interesting proposition.

It's fair enough as the bar rules go, and as fair as you ever are...

*grins* I'm all for it, M'Lady. Nothing so interesting as a good hand of poker.

As long as there's enough rum, mate, I reckon I'll make do just fine.

There's always enough rum, I'm happy to say *grins*

My kind of bar, then!

*finishes drink, looks hopefully for another*

*refills with a grin*

My thanks. Think you might leave the bottle, eh?

*places several more coins on the bar*

*picks up the coins* Think I might, at that. Give a yell if you need anything -- prawns on the menu tonight.

*Elizabeth walks quickly into room, smoothing the front of her new clothing self-consciously. Rather than her gown, she is now wearing fitted brown trousers and a pale yellow, open-necked button-down blouse. Her hair is still in the same updo. She is still not sure that she likes this new attire, although she tries to hide her awkwardness.*

*looks around, and steps hastily over to the bar, sliding onto a stool*

A glass of wine, if I may please, barkeep.

*places gold sovereign on the counter*

*looks speculatively at Elizabeth*

Well, now. And who might you be?

*turns to Jack, smiles politely*

My name is Elizabeth Bennet. And you are...?

Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow, of the Black Pearl.

*smiles widely*

You are a pirate then, I presume?

That is a rather lovely name for a boat. Black pearls are quite attractive.

Ah, she is that. She's the most beautiful ship in the Caribbean -- or anywhere else.

And yes, I am a pirate.

*looks thoughtful for a second*

Knew another Elizabeth, once. She married the son of a friend -- bit of a shame, it was, as I think he was a eunuch. Ah, well.

You seem much nicer, though.

[ooc: deleted and reposted to include the link, this time.]

*stands up, swaying slightly*

Milady, we've been invited to join the group in the corner booth. Care to come along?

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Oh, you are from the Caribbean! I have heard tales from sailors, but I have never been.

I must say, you are more genteel than I would have expected of a pirate.

*laughs* A eunuch? He must have had other redeeming qualities, then, as otherwise it would be a most imprudent match.

And thank you, Captain Sparrow. That is very kind of you to say. *smiles*

Oh! Certainly I shall join you. That sounds most agreeable. *rises, smooths clothing again*

[OOC: Color me confused. Are we staying or are we going?]

[ooc: no worries, see reposted comment. My mistake! We go. New comment to follow.]

If you're interested, I could show you the Pearl sometime. There's nothing like a sail.

And I'm far from an ordinary pirate.

Will was all right -- a bit too honest, perhaps, but a good man, like his father.

*picks up rum bottle, offers arm* Shall we go?

Perhaps I shall take you up on that. I have never been on a boat.

*collects glass, accepts arm* Absolutely.