Running into one another (Arthur and Francis)

[mattiemagick]

Mattie was getting ready for a day at Tortuga, looking at his clothes and unsure as to what he was going to wear. Normally, he would feel like he should wear a dress to disguise himself, but today he was feeling like he shouldn't. Kuma was sitting at his feet and knawing on a fish he managed to get for the polar bear. A thought occurred to him and he turned to the bear, asking, " Hey Kumajoro? Should I dress as a guy or girl today?" The bear looked up at his owner/friend and asked, " Who are you again?" Mattie sighed and murmured, " I'm Matthieu... your owner remember?" The bear blinked and went, " Oh. Well wear male clothes whoever you are."
He resisted the urge to face palm and got dressed, wearing nice black slacks with a lilac shirt. He picked up the Polar Bear and carried him out of his room, looking well put together and his black trench coat made the whole thing look quite interesting. He was waiting for Francis to join him so they could disembark and wander around Tortuga.

[Arthur Kirkland]

Tortuga. One of Arthur's favorite places to be in the world aside from England or on his ship. Where he could spend the day in a state of public drunkenness and do whatever he wanted and no one would give a shit because everyone else was doing it. So he'd already started in on a large bottle of rum as he reclined on a stool inside one of his favorite taverns in the salty town.

Then he'd run into one of the people who annoyed him most in the world (even if he wasn't too sure why the man annoyed him so...). Bonnefoy - the former Captain of some ship that he couldn't be bothered to remember the name of because it was in frog language. He was pretty sure the man had joined up with Captain Yong Soo back a bit, but seeing the man here made him not particularly sure of that. Not that he cared, per se. But he'd be damned if he let the man just waltz away without finding out what the hell was going on.

And... somehow that had turned into a drinking contest. He wasn't sure how or why only that he knew in the back of his mind that he was completely pissed and unwilling to stop drinking despite the fact that he was so light headed he was wondering why his head hadn't floated off by itself.

Snickering to himself as he imagined a frogs head floating in the air, he tossed back yet another shot of... something. He'd forgotten what he'd picked the last round. "Take tha' y'bleedin fffffrog. Y'won bea'me!" He tossed his head back, intending to look cocky when in reality he nearly tipped himself off the barstool.

Note to self: don't do that again.