SECOND ANNUAL TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY! (Open RP)

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Crowley awoke, not in his comfortable bed inside Club 33, but disoriented and hung over on a bench in front of the castle, an empty bottle of rum still clutched in one hand, mouth fuzzy, and head pounding.

"Ngk."

He brought up the other hand to guard his bleary, uncovered eyes from the glaring sun. It took him a moment to realize that there was a great deal more frilly sleeve around his wrist than there should be. After a perfectly still moment, Crowley ever so cautiously moved his hand down slightly to discover a mustache and double braided beard.

"Bugger."

It wasn't what he meant to say.

Comments

[thebadboyfriend.livejournal.com]

Thank ye kindly. An' could ye set aside more than the one? Me lasses Lilly an' Veronica be deservin' a drop or two, an' I be thinkin' a reel an' a hornpipe or two are in order to celebrate the arrival of two such beauteous an' lusty wenches.

*...he was probably going to get in trouble for that last bit, wasn't he? Oh, well, Lilly at least he could try to buy forgiveness from with alcohol.*

[always-confuzed.livejournal.com]

*laughter* We can surely do that fer ye and yer fine beauties, on such a fine 'oliday.