Barcaza: Open Spam

[gotgreenmagic]

[Sheridan, quartermaster of The Slayer and frequent enough visitor to Barcaza to be recognized, strolled into the tavern at dusk. She'd had a hard day haggling over powder and ammunition for the girls' guns and the ship's cannons - the sort of 'haggling' where the supplier got to choose between a heavy discount and a lost finger or two - and having fulfilled her Captain's orders she felt qualified to relax a while. She sat down at the end of the bar and gestured for a drink.]

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[gotgreenmagic]

You talk a good game, but I've made my intentions perfectly clear and you're still lingering on literary criticism. So, do you not care for women? Because Barcaza doesn't judge.

[peektuttut]

I like women! [He's trying so hard not to sputter again. :c] I just - didn't want to presume...[Welp. He puts on a smile, and holds out his hand.] Would you care to see the Resolute?

[gotgreenmagic]

[She takes his hand with a smirk.] Would you care to explain to your superiors what you're doing on your ship with a known pirate?

[peektuttut]

[He can finally match that smirk.] No. But they happen to like their drink, and I've a rather nice cabin, all to myself.

[gotgreenmagic]

Ha. Well, far be it from me to discourage this sort of recklessness. [She makes an expansive gesture with her free hand.] Lay on, Macduff.

[peektuttut]

Aye, my lady. [She even picked out one of his favorite characters. C: Tim slides off his seat, and heads for the door. She is his new favorite pirate.]