Wish You Were Beer.

[Backo]

Thomas slyly hid his smirk behind the pint glass while taking another sip. Hearing some of her more exotic stories while under the influence of alcohol would've been interesting. He left his nearly finished drink back on the table before leaning forward towards the table as well. "Very well, miss, I will indulge you with that story as well" his smirk got wider. This wasn't even that good of a story in reality but nothing that couldn't be fixed with some artistic freedom which the ensign planned to use to his full ability.

"It all started in a pub very similar to this one, you see. It was a few days back, on my birthday." his eyes drifted across the rest of the pub away from the captain for a swift moment. "It was a good reason as any to celebrate my release from Newgate last year as well so me and the boys were preparing for a heavy night" he let out a slight chuckle just from remembering all the celebration that night. He straightened his back and leaned backwards onto his seat before continuing his story.

"So fast forward a lot of whiskey and me and the gang were the only people left in the bar, it was way past midnight so the bar owner comes to the table trying to tell us to go be drunk somewhere else as the place's closing. So Matty, my mate is all like 'Ey, can't ya see we're celebrating Tommy here's birthday ya bastard?' at the lad." Thomas paused the story for two reasons - to refresh his lips with that tasty pint and to tease the captain with this delay. "But the man was probably tired of drunk asses telling him what to do so he just says in a serious tone 'If you don't get out of my pub right now I'm calling the police'. Now all this was months after I was released the memory of Newgate still haunted me so I instinctively stood up and pulled Matty up with me by his collar and muttering 'Yessir, we'll be out right away, sir' with the rest of the guys at the table looking at me funny and probably contemplating if I deserve to be in trouble again, the bastards." the insult at the end he muttered before stopping again for another sip of his drink. Thomas looked at his glass, it was starting to get empty again. He was having a good time with the captain and the pint was going down smoothly.

"Eeeither way" he slurred the beginning, "the lads decided to go easy on me and we decided it was time to pay the bill." his grin widened as he leaned forward again, this was one of the good parts of the story. "So I get the bill and try to focus my eyes on it to see the amount I gotta give this guy and the end sum looks way off. So I look at my guys and one of them just looks at me mischievous 'What's the matter, Murphy? Didn't you like that good whiskey I treated you to?' and at that point my mind clicks, he ordered some quite expensive stuff when it was his round to go to the bar and talk to the bartender. 'Ey, you knew very well I won't be able to afford paying for expensive stuff, mate' I say staring at his face like I'm about to beat him but being just as drunk as me he takes it as a big joke 'Don't be all like that, Thomas, it's your birthday, you knew you had to treat your friends well'. Now I doubt I need to tell you, miss, that the bartender doesn't look all too pleased about this. Nobody likes freeloaders after all." his eyes locked on his glass that was nearing it's end. Perhaps it would've been even more teasing if he made another pause, after all it seems the captain was really into the story after the last hook.

He quickly turned the cup's bottom up as the last of his drink went down his throat. With an innocent face he looked down at the now empty glass as if to signal he can't just continue this great story with an empty glass.

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Republic of the Sword and Sun