The Bar

[fletcherthoms]

"Aye, ye seem pretty well off there.." he said, nodding and raising his glass a bit as if to toast Red's luck.

However, Fletcher shook his head at the question and shrugged, scrunching up his nose. "She's been fair, tha' much's for sure. Jus' makin' an honest livin' and such." He smirked a little into his glass, as if trying not to laugh, before taking another large gulp.

[Collin Russiani]

"You look like a gambler to me." He said offhand as he took some more of his drink. "But in any case, i think fate has as much weight on our future as we do. All we have to do is see something we want, and take it." Shrugging, he laughed. "Look at me, talking like dis!"

[fletcherthoms]

Fletcher joined in his laughter, grinning. "Ahh, it's fine!" he said, flapping a hand as if to dismiss the notion of not talking. "Wha', ye don't get into such debates with people ye've just met on a regular basis?!" He asked incrediously, obviously being a touch on the sarcastic side. "Tsk tsk, Red, lad. Tsk tsk."

[Collin Russiani]

"Har Har." He snorted, taking a gulp of the rum. "Ya know, Fletcha, i dont like your attitude." He was teasing, of course. "I've talked enough, why dont you? What irritates you, mr. big shot rum drinkah?"

[johnmarks]

John just sta there listen to the conversations around him. Not purposely of course. He just had nothing else to listen too

[fletcherthoms]

Fletcher took a hearty swig of his drink, barely able to swallow around his held back laughter without choking. "Well, Mr. Talkative Rum Drinkeh, many things." He began ticking the things off with his free hand, still smiling, so as to show that he was still with his humor. "Bootlaces that break off in ye're 'ands, long periods of time without spirits, when my tools aren't prepared and clean, an' mesquitos. 'Cos they bite." Fletcher reeled off, taking another sip of his precious rum.

"An' my attitude is spotlessly perfect, so I've no idea what ye're talkin' about.." he finished nonchalantly, once again leaning his chair back on two legs.

[Collin Russiani]

Red rolled his eyes throughout his speech, just leaning forward and hooking his foot under the chair Fletcher was reclined on, jerking it hard so that it sent the other tumbling out of the seat.

"Graceful too, i see."

Laughing, he looked around, and noticed the way the man at the bar was sitting. He was listening to everyone's conversation. He hated people like that. "hey." Red said a little sharply, "Why dont you mind your own business, pal?" He asked, "Or are you eavesdropping on purpose?"

[fletcherthoms]

From his spot on the floor, Fletcher attempted to wipe some rum out of his eyes before it set in enough to sting. "Owww, lad rum burns, ya know tha', righ'?!" He half-growl/laughed, barely paying attention as his drinking buddy - quitely snappily - called someone out.