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[thatched]

Well since we're breaking away to begin with, why not go all the way and just become pirates? Floating the seven seas, waving our battle flag from the massive white dome. Pillage and plunder and the occasional panty raid. What do you think? Shall we put it to the vote?

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[thatched]

He couldn't help but watch the expressions change across the room at Ace's approach. He did that somehow, Thatch never quite got it. Had even envied it from time to time, especially because it was so damn effortless. He wondered if Ace even knew about it. In any case he let those bastards think whatever they wanted and took his ale.

"Thanks, babe." He didn't belong in this damn little town and that damn fussy Garden. Figures the afterlife made him even more trapped.

"How do you like things so far?"

[mera_mera_ace]

Ace knew somewhat the effect he could have on people, but not the full extent of his 'abilities'. He smiled at Thatch and nodded when the other thanked him as he sipped his own drink and waited for their snacks to arrive.

"It's different, that's for sure. I can't say I completely hate it...but I do miss home and Pops and the rest of our brothers. Though I have to say that I think I would like to stay here for as long as possible. Getting to spend more time with you....and prolong the inevitable for myself back home....yeah, that sounds good." Ace gave Thatch a half smile and took another long drink.

"Even if you are an old man, in your head, I doubt there's anyone else around I would rather do this kind of thing with."

[thatched]

Prolong the inevitable. He didn't even want to think about it. Damnit. He finished his drink and waved for another--but since this was supposed to be cheerful he was going to be cheerful. New Thatch his ass. He pushed the thought away. forcefully.

"That's because I am an old man. An old man whose trained you well. You're going to get laid more than a red carpet, my friend." Okay that didn't make a whole lot of sense but who cared. "Any lass catch your eye?"

[mera_mera_ace]

Ace glanced around the bar observing quietly for a moment, a soft smile on his face. There were a few pretty ladies around. One in particular met his eye and smiled back as she tucked a long strand of honey colored hair behind her ear. He nodded his head and raised his mug in salute to her causing her to blush and turn away for a moment.

"One or two...the blonde in the corner is pretty cute. Seems like she's interested in me to boot." Ace said to Thatch as the barmaid brought over their snacks and another round of ale.

"I still wish you were carousing yourself. It really isn't as much fun without my smoking hot wingman."

[thatched]

"You don't need a wingman of any kind." Ace could get himself more women just with that grin than Thatch could with an entire evening of flirting. He wasn't jealous, though. How could he when he be when he was half charmed himself? He took a long sip of ale.

"That doesn't interest me any more." He wondered how long he was going to have to keep saying it. "But don't let that ruin your fun."

[mera_mera_ace]

Ace frowned lightly at Thatch's remark. Man he wished he understood what was going on in that over moussed head of his. He just couldn't wrap his head around what had made Thatch so depressed and unhappy. I mean yeah sure learning you were dead was hard, and blaming yourself for someone elses death was harder...I mean Ace himself was still dealing with that as well. But he was trying. To him it seemed like Thatch was just ready to give up and roll over and die. Again. Sighing he just grabbed his mug and headed over to the blond and her friends. In no time at all they were talking and laughing and the blonde and her redheaded friend were pawing him and fawning over him while he regaled them with his tales. A brunette, also one of the young girls friends headed over to Thatch, taking Ace's empty seat and smiling at the older man.

"Hi, My name is Priscilla. What's yours?" She asked. She had dark brown eyes and a little mole on her left cheek that just made her look that much classier. She rested her head in her palm and crossed her legs. Interested in nothing more then a conversation she waited patiently for Thatch to respond.

[thatched]

That didn't take long at all. He watched bemused as Ace surrounded himself with not bad looking women and had them petting him. Warmth filled him. It was almost just like home. Almost. He's so entranced watching Ace, he almost doesn't notice the girl until she speaks. Priscilla, eh? She's a cute young thing and roughly about the size of a pencil.

"Thatch. Can I get you a drink?" The words were out of him before he knew they were in, instinct taking over. But eh. What the hell. What was the worst that could happen?

[mera_mera_ace]

"Whiskey on the rocks would be wonderful." She smiled at him. "You and your friend aren't from around here? You members of Garden?" She asked softly. She meant no offense, but Thatch was rather freakishly tall. She had no feelings negative or positive about outworlders. She treated all people equally based simply upon their own actions and deeds. A rare breed in this place.

Over in the corner Ace was having a grand time that was very much improved by the fact that Thatch was not left alone. He hoped that the woman beside him could keep him company. She looked smart. He hoped so anyway.