Beer and Sweets (Santa Cruz, Argentina) [Feli]

[Lucía de Romero]

A day on one of the docks of her homeland sounded really good to Lucía right about now. She was certainly not complaining about the timing of the docking, either. The weather was just right; the sun was shining, the waters smooth and calm. It was such a shame that her crew wasn't planning on staying very long in the Brasillium port. After all, as wanted men, none of the pirate ships could remain in one place for too long. It was much easier to be out in the waters than on land, where there was a risk of being caught by some passing Mariners. That's how good pirates wound up in a reverse-hanging.

Lucía sauntered up to the swinging double-doors of a local tavern that she had heard word of being a hit with the customers. It was surprising to all that this pub didn't get the constant crowd it deserved. However, a smaller, more secluded spot was just what Lucía had been looking for. Someplace that isn't crowded, where it was much harder to attract any unwanted attention.

Not to say that making a scene wasn't something that Lucía was known for.

Even pushing her way into the bar, there was an air of swagger in her walk that turned heads in her direction as she walked in. She intentionally made her boots clank on the wooden planks of the floor particularly loudly to draw attention to herself. Lucía made her way across the floor, taking the center stage, and finally ended her catwalk model entrance as she hopped onto a bar stool closest to the back exit of the building.

The bartender's - much like many other pairs of eyes around the room - were following Lucía as she strutted her way up to the counter and sat down in front of him. All the while, he had been keeping his hands busy by scrubbing down the insides of a recently-used glass. Lucía swiveled the seat around to face bartender, and slammed a hand down in front of him.

"I'd like a pint 'o your best ale, my good man." She addressed the confused gentleman with a wide grin spread across her face. "...Of course, ma'am." He cleared his throat and turned to pour the Argentine a drink. It wasn't long before everyone went about their own business, and completely forgot anything and everything about Lucía's presence.

[Feliciano Vargas]

Feliciano giggled a bit loudly from his booth seat. He had opted to stay seated while the majority of his crewmates wandered about the bar dancing or causing some light-hearted mischief. But as more alcohol filled his bloodstream the more the small Italian started to rethink that decision. With a dishearten glance at the shot of neon liquid resting a few inches in front of him Feli made up his mind once again. Downing the shot in what, for Feli was, record time he rose from his seat, swaying slightly as he waited for his vision to clear of black spots.

With a somewhat swaggering gait Feliciano pranced up to the bar. He hopped up onto an open barstool and spun around on it around a few times before grinning sheepishly up at the scowling bartender. "Another Wolf Bite shot, please." He said, tacking on the please as an afterthought. He giggled into his hands as the man nodded and moved away to fix the drink. Feli dug into his pocket, fishing out a chocolate filled sucker.

He unwrapped the fruity-candy,putting it into his mouth a he began to sip on his shot. Looking to his left he spotted woman with dark hair with her own drink in hand.

"Would you like some candy?"Feli questioned holding out a handful of assorted sweets in brightly colored wrappers. " I'm Feliciano by the way, Feli for short." He beamed.

[Lucía de Romero]

Lucía found it hard not to notice the drunk young man as he claimed a seat to her direct right. He spun around a few times, then ordered another shot of whatever it was that he had been drinking before he rose from his seat in a booth. Just when Lucía was about to turn and go about her own business, a high-pitched voice with a familiar accent addressed her. Lucía glanced over at the man, and she couldn't hide a slight sliver of a smile as it creeped across her face. Who was she to deny the kindness of a silly Italian drunkard? It seemed a bit unfair to turn him down, particularly with the way he took it upon himself to offer.

"..Ché, thank you kindly, sir." With little reluctance, Lucía reached out and took a sucker from his extended palm. She managed to tear off the blue wrapper that coated the lollipop with ease, and popped it into her mouth. Flavor hardly mattered - she simply plucked the first color that caught her eye as not to rudely turn Feliciano down.

With an odd brand of skepticism that the tilted man probably wouldn't recognize anyway, Lucía met his gaze. "Feli, huh? My name is Lucía. A pleasure to meet you." She put on the friendliest smile she could manage as to not drop the candy in her mouth. "You seem to have a likeness for sweets, don't you? Very rarely do I see a grown man with pockets full of candy..."

To be honest, Lucía had a bit of a sweet tooth, herself. But hardly enough to walk around with pockets stuffed with candy to offer out to any stranger on the street. Besides, pastries were more her thing. Baked goods, dripping in syrup, made with only the best ingredients. Her absolute favorite filling was a caramel-like jam called dulce de leche. Lucía seemed to enjoy the sickeningly sweet foods that would make most average folk gag at one sniff.

[Feliciano Vargas]

"~Vee, I loove candy!" Feliciano giggled giving the woman a crazy grin. " My brother used to tell me," He paused, straightening up and his seat and forcing a scowl unto his face. "Idiota! You'll rot your teeth out your head you candy monster." He impersonated before hiccuping loudly.

"Woops, haha sorry." Feli smiled. "It's nice to meet you too!...Wait, I probably should have said that first huh?" The Italians eyebrows knit together in concentration as he tried to think through the fog that clouded his mind. He glanced form left to right quickly before leaning in closer to Luciá, pressing a finger to his lips. "Shhh, don't tell anyone it can be our secret!"

Sitting back up Feliciano offered a now candy free hand to his companion. "A pleasure to meet you too Miss Lu...Lu-ci..Lu-ci-á!" He cheered happy to have gotten the the name right, even if it took a little trying. "Most people don't accept candy from me." He sighed little deflated at the statement. "Some nonsense about not taking candy from strangers...Can you believe that?! I even tell them my name and they still refuse." The little Italian pouted.

[Lucía de Romero]

Lucía raised an eyebrow at the outstretched hand from the Italian man. She awkwardly took his hand and shook it in greeting, confused as to what exactly this 'little secret' meant. Boy, this child sure was talkative - before Lucía ever even got the chance to open her mouth in response, she was over-runned by more words from Feliciano.

"Your brother certainly seems.. interesting..." A smile slipped across her face and she chuckled. "And golly... people refuse to take candy from a fellow as sweet as you~?!" Clearly, Lucía was teasing the poor drunk. The poor kid seemed very innocent and blissful, she didn't want to ruin that by blurting out something like, 'It's because people think you're a creepy pedophile.'

What an odd fellow this Feliciano was. He seemed so friendly and fun-loving... all that ran through Lucía's head was, 'is he this excitable when he was sober?' Living on a ship filled with men, Lucía would often see men who weren't always the friendliest sort reduced to a giggling mess that rolled along the floor after downing enough rum from the barrels' supply on the Ater.

Lucía looked Feliciano over and her smile widened. It was almost funny - this man probably didn't realize how ridiculous he looked... but, in a way... it was rather adorable. This man seemed like a really lovable sort. The woman reached out and lightly pulled Feliciano's cheek, snickering. "Aren't you just a sweetie? I think you're a bit tipsy there, kiddo..."