Well that was... Uneventful. Jeanne had hoped for a bit more Intel, but the gentleman was both intoxicated and... didn't exactly seem like the type to give good advice on these kind of things. Oh well. Atleast she made this man's night a bit better. "You're very welcome." she said with a smile as she turned her attention back to the others.
"So I need to go get some metal and other gear. You guys gonna stay here with Mr. Scotch and enjoy the evening?" she would ask.
"Yeah! I'll order us a room!" Spoke Leroy as he waved her off "Thanks for the drink pretty lady!" Waved Scotch as well.
“I’ll go with you!” Noir instantly interjected before anyone else could pull him away to something else. He had been just bristling and brooding the longer Rango rambled. It was like little angry shocks coursing through his blood and bones each time ‘pretty lady’ or just SOMETHING attached to the word ‘lady’ was said. The cook shot an unwarranted glare at the bounty hunter before getting up, waiting to follow Jeanne. Mainly the whole weather section of his somewhat useless information was Kirk’s main focus. Honestly, for a big bounty hunter, this guy was a bit all over the place. At least he would be more prepared for crazy weather in the Grand Line.
“I’ll go help Leroy with all of that. You two stay safe!” Kirk waved as well. The two walking out of the Bar.
"You know. It's about time for me to retire...I got work to do soon-" He said stretching his back and standing up to his full height. He was almost staggeringly tall. Well over eight feet. His boots clacked with spurs just as Hennessy's did. He visibly stumbled as he walked past Leroy before suddenly tripping and falling over his feet from how drunk he was.
Or so it seemed. Rango had caught himself and put a hand on the bar next to Leroy. Picking himself up.
The bounty hunter's demeanor suddenly shifted, gone was the jovial albeit strange drunkenness of a bounty hunter off the job. Now in its place was a surprisingly sober and stern tone to his voice as he passed by his ear on the way up
"You. Midnight. Outside." Was the only thing he spoke as he stood tall again and regained that dizzying look to his stride.
"Woah! Took a bit of a tumble there~" He said as he walked, or rather stumbled out of the Tipsy Inns swinging wooden gate.
Leroy was left in a bit of a shock. His eyes darted to the door as they slowly stopped moving. Rango was totally gone. His heart rate was increasing, as a bead of sweat trailed down his temple. What was that all about?
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A short time later. Leroy had paid for their room, gotten a key, and walked up to the top floor. Opening the door, the rooms were spacious, and quite sizeable. Two sets of beds, a couch, and two chairs. "Hey! This place is nice!" He said as he looked at the small chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Flicking the light switch on and off like a child The Captain then ran, jumped onto the bed, and sank into it. "Ah~ So comfy" He voice muffled by the covers
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Kirk entered the door and pushed the door close with his foot, taking a look around the room. “Yeah, not bad at all! Wasn’t too badly priced either, huh?” Maybe due to the fact it was an island full of bounty hunters… but hell! Didn’t matter! They got to save a good bit of money.
“It’ll fit everyone too. Perfect! Don’t get the beds all messy, it’ll just cause more trouble for the workers, you hear?” Kirk frowned over at Leroy before going over to the window, peering out at the town around them. With a soft sigh, Kirk mumbled to himself. “At least this place isn’t to bad for a first island. Fingers crossed for no trouble.”
"Yeah Hopefully..." He said Staring at the clock on the wall. It was 7pm...Five hours until whatever was going to happen, was going to happen... His smile faded as he thought. What was it all about anyway? Was he a bounty hunter out for his Bounty? Henessy mentioned the rules about that. And it certainly seemed like what ever Rango was doing...Was with in the rules. 'You. Midnight. Outside' certainly seemed like a set up for a proper duel...
“I might go out and look for clothes for everyone.” Kirk said after a moment of silence, just watching the people mill about the town. He wasn’t about to sit around the hotel until everyone was done, that could wait. Being a busy body, of course he was gonna check off an item off of the crews list and go get them all breathable clothes.
"You wanna come along?” He glanced over to the captain as he started to turn around, leaning against the window sill a bit. He didn’t notice anything off about Leroy, fortunately, less he would immediately start pestering the other with questions.
"Sure~" He said laying down on his side and putting a hand on his hip "You wanna buy me some new clothes~?" He said in a sing-song voice, the typical jokey nature about the Captain.
Kirk rolled his eyes with a chuckle. “Well, we don’t need our captain getting heat stroke, do we? God forbid Kale has to take charge. C’mon then.” The fishman pushed himself off of the window sill and started for the door.
Leroy took another glance at the clock. His smile fading for a moment, before looking back to the open door and hurriedly jogging out in an Excited pace