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[song_tra_bong]

When Mary Anne hits the bottom of the stairs, her jeans and t-shirt are quickly replaced with a flowing skirt and full pirate regalia. Said regalia does not include the smart feathered hat from last year. Woe

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[hectorxdelgado]

And hey, there's a sailor next to her at the bar, fighting a pretty even bout with a bottle of gin. Something's eating him pretty fierce.

Besides the gin.

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne eyes said gin-fighting.

"Hey there. Doing alright?"

[hectorxdelgado]

"Been better." He takes another swig. For what it's worth, he doesn't flinch or sputter. "Been a long day. Year. Shit, I dunno. This place is goddamn ridiculous."

He fingers the mouth of the bottle thoughtfully.

[song_tra_bong]

She laughs softly.

"I hear you. Just when you start to forget how weird this place can get, it takes time to remind you."

[scourgeofpiracy]

"What's tequila?" James asks, having overheard her order.

[song_tra_bong]

"A kind of alcohol."

Mary Anne smiles. "Are you even old enough to drink, kiddo?"

[scourgeofpiracy]

"Of course", he claims, and for his time, it's even true. "I'm a Navy man."

[song_tra_bong]

The smile widens.

"Well, pull up a seat, sailor. Where about are you from?"