Kirk sat down at the bar, leaning an elbow onto it while cupping his face with his hand. His eyes were already wandering over the bar, taking in the people and the gorgeous scenery. Mainly, he was keeping an eye out for fancy jewelry he could snatch away, but also was keeping an eye out for someone who could be staring at his captain. 'I mean, his bounty did just come out, someone might recognize him.'
Kirk sent a playful look over to Leroy, smirking a bit. "And what will mister big bounty over here have?" He teased a bit, although knowing the sashed pirate certainly deserved such a high-priced target on his head. He had.. somewhat, seen him take down men nearly twice his size already! Especially Red Coat!
"VODKA!!!!" Leroy screamed out almost at the top of his lungs. Though due to the sheer amount noise it wasn't loud enough to cause any undue eyes to stop and see the commotion
"Lets start with shots first!" Quickly the bartender came over with a chilled bottle of the premiere potato alcohol If it were water, it'd have been frozen solid. Setting three shots on the bar, he then quickly tilted his hand forward And swiped his hand across the wood, the liquid flowing out of the spout and filling the three glasses in one go!
"We'll pay when we're done!" Spoke leroy. The Tender nodded as he went over to another customer Smelling the oh-so-distinct aroma of Acetone, he picked the glass up. And looked to either side of him. Seeing the two crew mates "Cheers!" Taking a breath, he downed the alcohol. Feeling the smooth taste go down before trailing in an intense burn. "ACK AHCK!" Leroy Coughed up as he hit his chest a few times. "Whats next!"
Jeanne couldn't help but chuckle at Leroy's immediate insistence on hard liquor. It was his celebration though, so she would comply.
"Cheers!", she says before downing the shot herself. Her coughing fit was a bit more exaggerated than Leroy's.
Obviously not used to the harsher liquor. "Hack. Ack. Pfft. Bartender could I get a chaser of some cola?", she wheezes out. She was much more used to wine, lighter spirits and mixed drinks obviously.
"I don't care what we drink next as long as I get something to chase that down with.", she says with a grimace.
Kirk barked out a laugh as the both of them choked on the burn of their vodka, smirking a bit.
"Damn, you both aren't drinkers AT ALL, are you?" He raises his shot glass up to the air in a 'cheers' fashion, following them along with the "Cheers!" And downed the vodka.
Just to try and show off, he kept on his best poker face as he faced that addicting feeling of something so silky and smooth yet burning deliciously. He managed to do pretty well, his eyebrows twitching into a furrow for a moment and his eyes closing, but he went back to grinning at them.
"Boom, easy!" He slammed the shot glass down before his smile turned friendlier as he looked at Jeanne.
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"You can always get something mixed if you can't handle it. I'm gonna need a shot of whiskey, please!" He waved politely for the attention of the bartender, calling him over so they could get their next round of shots and whatever Jeanne needed to wash down with. "I could outdrink both of you easily, I bet."
"No. You know what! Watch this" Feeling challenged, The Captain took it!
"Hey! Kid what the Hell are you doing!"
"Put it on the Tab!" He Pulled out the Bottle from behind the bar. Only stretching his arm out to reach for it. And slinked it back Popping the cork out he. He poured another round. This time Rum. He gave the most sarcastic smile to kirk.
Kirk stared with wide eyes as Leroy literally just grabbed the bottle.. but in his own goofy mood, he started laughing, surprised yet unsurprised at the same time.
He grabbed his glass as some rum was poured for him. Though it was stronger than the vodka, he could at least mask his face to this shot as well, albeit a bit more reactionary.
"Don't make me wipe that smirk clean off your face, Cap!"
"C'mon...Drink up" It was certainly a habit of his to end up this way. If he was ever challenged. He knew when to pick his battles. And when he knew that he could handle himself. Usually. He didn't allow it to get to him.
Kirk took the shot back cleanly, rubbed the corner of his mouth with the lower back of his thumb, and smirked back at him. "I'm not gonna be that easy to beat!"
His fight with Stedey Bonney should've spoken as much He then Took a swig from the Half empty bottle. The Two Taking turns in drinking. "Bar tender! Lets get a round of...Mamossas!" Soon after as Kirk and Leroy had their Small Bout of Drinking. He looked back at the drinks. Handing off the bottle.
"Now that the warm ups done!" He Said as he began to drink. With almost no Look of drunkenness on his face quite yet. Truth be told. It was his insane metabolism that aided him so much, on top of his already massive iron gut.
As they went on with their drinking, Kirk was definitely starting to feel the effects of the shots.
He certainly wasn't drunk yet, considering he was good at holding his alcohol, but he certainly was feeling a buzz.
"Mamosssaaaasssss! Yes pleeeease!" Kirk spoke with a bubbly and giggly tone, some of the side effects of drunkenness coming through.
"Whaaat, that was only warm-ups for you? That was just a taste test for me! C'mon, I can handle some more!" His light competitiveness was... taking over a bit of his reason for wanting to stay sober, but he had to show up his captain at least once! If he could be King of the Pirates, then Kike could be King of Drinking Competitions!