Her question had him glancing towards the grimy barkeeper before looking back at her with a shake of his head. "Ate before I got here," just in case she'd been more ready to leave port. "Join you for a drink though," his answers already apparently satisfying her curiosity Ben didn't see the harm, exactly, in having a bit of rum. If anything it'd likely help him sleep better than he did on his own.
There's nothing else to say really, and he rises from the chair to head towards the bar, his broad frame cutting an easy swath through the room. Certainly he wasn't the tallest, but his stature was still imposing. It isn't that long until he's back, setting rum down in front of her before leaning back in his chair with his own, as wordlessly as he'd departed.
She tips her head, a silent yes, and watches him go. He might be the tallest man in the room, certainly built for seamanship. This, in itself, is a sort of test--no half-hidden limp to be seen, capable of talking to the barkeep without a scene--of things that ought to be assumed but can't be. She's seen enough men incapable of such things that she's watchful of them now.
When he returns, she takes the glass put before her and holds it up slightly. It's the closest she comes to a toast. "New ventures."
His face was solemn as ever as his gaze followed the lift of her glass, and he mirrors the gesture as a small smile tugged slightly at the corner of his mouth again. "Fair winds," he adds quietly before taking a healthy sized swallow of his drink before setting the glass down. He wasn't much of a drinker before this, though judging from the way those inside the bar were acting he supposed he'd have his fair share of chances to begin now. Not tonight though, tonight he knew he was still a new face in the crowd, it was better to stay aware.
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Date: 2020-07-27 12:53 am (UTC)There's nothing else to say really, and he rises from the chair to head towards the bar, his broad frame cutting an easy swath through the room. Certainly he wasn't the tallest, but his stature was still imposing. It isn't that long until he's back, setting rum down in front of her before leaning back in his chair with his own, as wordlessly as he'd departed.
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Date: 2020-08-09 12:33 am (UTC)When he returns, she takes the glass put before her and holds it up slightly. It's the closest she comes to a toast. "New ventures."
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Date: 2020-08-11 04:34 am (UTC)