Being Bored[Open/Social]

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Hungover and still quite wobbly from the night prior.  Anastasia rubbed her head as she sat in the corner of the Siren's Song, gripping her temples as every little sound just clanged and clapped inside of her skull.  The noise bounced around relentlessly, sounding like a norse hammer smashing against an anvil over and over.  Anastasia had a cup of coffee in front of her as she slammed her forehead into the table.  "Ugh....  Why do I keep doing this to myself?" she asked miserably.  

"Everyone finds this place, ugh.  I really should have put this guild hall in a different dimension," she lamented.  She was a bit bitter due to her hangover.  Peeling her head off of the table, she grabs the hot cup of coffee and takes a little sip.  The sip was loud and all-over the place, dripping coffee down the side of her cheek.

"Hey, uh..  Alisha," Ana said, almost forgetting Alisha's name for a moment.  She rolled her eyes and smiled at Ana.  "Yes, i'll get you some water," she said in a chipper manner.  "Thanks," she stated with a groan before her eyes look over the two new people.  "Who the hell are you two?" she asked inquisitively.  

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A little grumble came from Anastasia as she took yet another sip from her scalding hot coffee.  She let out a groan as an individual walked into the bar, asking if this was the Black Sails.  Anastasia squinted at the guy for a moment.  "Yeah.  You're in the right place.  Have a seat, Sky-Dog," she said as she took yet another sip from her coffee.  Ana raised her hand to get the attention of the bar-mistress, Alisha and called her over.

"4 rounds of drinks, Alisha," she said.  

"The usual grog?" Alisha said in a cheery manner.  

"Of course, they're new and need to be broken in," she said with a rather mischievous smile upon her face.  With a look of shock, Alisha shrugged her shoulders and goes to get the grog.  As Alisha left, Anastasia slapped her hand down upon the table to get the other three's attention.  "Hey, get over here you scrubs," she said in her still-drunken stupor.  

"You aren't not old enough to have a drink.  And don't gimme that crap about the Magic Council and blah blah blah.  We don't care about what the Magic Council has to say.  You're old enough to die," she said before hiccuping, "you're old enough to drink."  It was at that moment that Remus introduced himself.  "Yeah, yeah yeah, shut up and have a seat already.  And ditch that pussy drink of yours," she said in reference to the hot milk.

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The question came up on whether the grog presented before them was fit for human consumption. If only these kids knew what this grog was actually made of. It was best to keep it a secret. Ana looked down at the glass of mixed alcohol and ponders to herself. "I.. I'm pretty sure it is," she said as she took the cup and began to town the drink. Way to wake up than to wash down the hangover with alcohol. Not a very effective way to get rid of a hangover as it merely replaces the hangover with more inebriation. After drinking the drink, she slammed the wooden cup upon the table and makes a sound to show her pleasure with the drink. Oh, it certainly didn't taste all that great, but alcohol was still alcohol.

Ana let out a loud burp before looking back at Daniel. "Just drink it, pussy," she said, her voice already a bit slurred from the alcohol. Her poor liver. She turned her head to notice Remus downing the alcohol like a champ. She laughed a bit and slapped him over the back in congratulations. "Yeah! At least one of you scrubs aren't a land lover," she said in her already really slurred russian accent. She normally had a thin russian accent, but it grew a bit thicker after the drink.

And then Remus passed out and Ana let out a roar of a laugh. "Ah, lightweights!" she shouted out in reaction. Then the stow-away asked if grog was a mixture of beverages. "Surrrrre. You can say it's a cocktail of some sorts," she said in response. In reality, it's just leftover beer that wasn't finished all poured into a single pitcher for later use. Backwash and all. But that's a little secret that these newbies didn't need to know.

That reminds her. She turned to look towards Daniel and shook her head a bit. "What's your name again?"

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Ana slapped Daniel's back with a laugh as some of her men walked into the bar.  "Hey, scrubs!  Sing us a song for our new recruits!" the men said before looking at their Captain cautiously and then to the two new guys.  They cheered in admiration and began to sing one of their pirate shanties.  It was then that the still-unnamed one finally came back to the land of the living.  

"That wasn't so bad, now was it you two?  So I take it you are both wanting to join the guild huh?  Well, you have passed your initiation!" Anastasia said jovially before turning to look towards Alisha and made a stamp-like motion towards her.  Alisha sighed outwardly and nodded before going to the back.  "You two, sit here and recover, alright?  Make yourselves at home.  Alisha will get you your Jolly Roger and get you a room in the barracks," she said as she noticed Haia vanishing towards the balcony overlooking the rest of the Lair.  

Clearing her throat, she looked back to the new guys and smiled at them.  "And welcome to the West Fiore Trading Company," she said before standing up and pursuing Haia.  She walked casually towards Haia for a moment, hearing the shanty being sung in the background.  "What's wrong?" she asked curtly, crossing her arms over her chest.