Post by bunnybasil on Aug 26, 2006 22:36:12 GMT -5
Rum. Rum. And MORE Rum!
That was all that was on his mind. Not backstabbing shipmates or the sun stroked Captain. Nay, tonight he was a free man.. erm bunny. They had set to port in Tortuga all spread in every direction they could. he was tempted to visit his old place of employment, but thought better of it. After all the comments and groping from the drunken sailors, he figured they might think he still worked there. Anything with long hair becomes a girl to a drunk pirate after all! He looked about not seeing a soul from the ship. Perhaps he was safe here. Not like they remembered his name or took notice of him anyway. Perhaps for the best.
A few coins rattled in his pouch and he sat silently with his feet on the table. Was there a girlie show or some sort of entertainment? Doubtful. the only entertainment his old place saw was him and his violin. A snap of fingers as a cute little bar bunny came to take his order.
"Rum love... bottle..."
And he tossed her a few coins and watched her skitter off to get it. Finally. Peace and quiet and rum. The poor fellow had been trying to get a drink for a while now and was afraid the trip would be spent sober as a priest on Sunday morning. And speaking of religion; as his bottle was brought, he pulled out his rosary and kissed it.
"Thank ya Lord, you've made me one happy rabbit."
"Cheers"
he pushed the bottle up a moment, before re-pocketing the rosary and turning the bottle back. Ah the sweet burn of rum. Good for the nerves and even better for the mind. Keeps you sharp... well, he'd like to think so anyway. The bottle places on his leg and his mouth wiped.
That was all that was on his mind. Not backstabbing shipmates or the sun stroked Captain. Nay, tonight he was a free man.. erm bunny. They had set to port in Tortuga all spread in every direction they could. he was tempted to visit his old place of employment, but thought better of it. After all the comments and groping from the drunken sailors, he figured they might think he still worked there. Anything with long hair becomes a girl to a drunk pirate after all! He looked about not seeing a soul from the ship. Perhaps he was safe here. Not like they remembered his name or took notice of him anyway. Perhaps for the best.
A few coins rattled in his pouch and he sat silently with his feet on the table. Was there a girlie show or some sort of entertainment? Doubtful. the only entertainment his old place saw was him and his violin. A snap of fingers as a cute little bar bunny came to take his order.
"Rum love... bottle..."
And he tossed her a few coins and watched her skitter off to get it. Finally. Peace and quiet and rum. The poor fellow had been trying to get a drink for a while now and was afraid the trip would be spent sober as a priest on Sunday morning. And speaking of religion; as his bottle was brought, he pulled out his rosary and kissed it.
"Thank ya Lord, you've made me one happy rabbit."
"Cheers"
he pushed the bottle up a moment, before re-pocketing the rosary and turning the bottle back. Ah the sweet burn of rum. Good for the nerves and even better for the mind. Keeps you sharp... well, he'd like to think so anyway. The bottle places on his leg and his mouth wiped.