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

[lasting-justice.livejournal.com]

((That's a-okay with me. Although, I'm thinking a morning-after thread should be done. XD))

[grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com]

((Oh, absolutely. Here, or in a new post?))

[lasting-justice.livejournal.com]

((I'm thinking new post. Do you want to start, or should I? XD))

[grumpy-sunshine.livejournal.com]

((You go. XD I'm dying to see his afterthoughts. The pirate-y-ness should have worn off at midnight...))

[lasting-justice.livejournal.com]

((You got it. I'll have it up in a few minutes. XD))