Ann
*Ashby wouldn't dig into the affairs of the captain, it seemed they didn't have a lot they went after for cargo but that wad okay. He just let it be as he didn't know, some were honest in their cargo and some weren't but he couldn't say which was who.

As they got close to the tavern he would look at it more, he'd never been in one so it was a bit of a new setting for him. One that didn't seem to bad with the music and only some customers that were left in the place. The food he did hope was good, but anything usually was better than what he'd lived on over the last 14 years. 

He was a bit amazed by all the types of bottled there were, some even had different colors which he hadn't seem much of before. The bartender didn't seeme to be a bad looking fellow and didn't seemed to note anything wrong with having a Triton in the bar. 

Ashby stopped as he'd hear a question being asked at him. Looking down at the dwarf that he'd come in with. He'd never had a drink before so he was lost on what was even good. He tried to remember anything the doctors might have had but didn't know. He didn't want to sound like he didn't know a drink.* "I will have the same" *He probably regret it later but how was he supposed to know and he didn't want to address his lack of either, not to a stranger.

Ashby would sit down beside the dwarf, he quite liked the more sombre mellow of the music.* "The music is not that bad if you have company... Can still be lively without music being the same." *Why was he trying to help make the dwarf not scowl? This was just becoming a stranger night.*
Otha
Brandy. I mean, it wasn't a bad choice for a drink. But Dagon was a dwarf. The bartender produced three bottles of brandy. Just for Dagon. Dwarven tolerance was a thing to behold. And as he'd asked for the same, the bartender followed suit. 

Ashby complimenting the music only made the Cragjaw scratch his beard and think. Company. The Triton was good company, in his own weird sense. He followed along in Dagon's misadventures, and that alone made him high in the dwarf's esteem. Besides that, he seemed pensive, intelligent. Quiet, sure, but also a listener. 


Dagon had lived quite a social life since he got free, and even as a slave he met folks of all walks of life. This Triton just got more and more interesting. "Well Ash, in the spirit of livening things up!" Dagon grinned, grabbing a bottle of brandy and popping the Cork, "Bottoms up!" He tilted his head back and lifted the bottle to his lips, taking a massive swig.

And then another.

And then another.

He never even put the bottle down. He just kept gulping. After about eight seconds and many gulps he put the bottle down and it made a hollow ding. Clearly empty. A few rivulets of red streamed through his beard, cutting streaks of Crimson into his sea of dark tangled hairs, coupled with rings. He wiped his mouth with his hand and grinned at Ashby. His scowl was long gone and now he looked to his partner to keep up with the "Liveliness."
Ann
*Ashby didn't know if it was a good idea to be doing this but he was going to see. He didn't know about drinking out of the bottle like Dagon was doing but he didn't want to seem off either so he would take the bottle in his hands. Moving it a bit as he studied the liquid inside. 

He was glad though that it seemed like the dwarf was more in lively spirits and not scowling anymore. Trying to follow suit he would tip the bottle back and take a swig before coughing a bit at the new liquid going down his throat. He didn't mind the flavor but still was new to him.

"I think you will best me in drinking, I'm a bit inexperienced in drinking like this." *Ashby would give a bit of a sheepish smile as he coughed a bit still. Hopefully he wouldn't ruin the mood for his company because he was a bit inexperienced with this walk of life.*