Rosanne
Yohan Astorio, the famous bard from Sol, had a hangover. The previous night was a jumble of missing memories and awful tastes in his mouth. He sat alone at a table, his normally ostentatious garbs were covered by a large, purple cloak. He looked around the tavern, his eyes aching and his ears pounding,s he clutched a cup of tea. He saw a group of men, all of them barrel-chested and bearded, singing merrily and drinking heavily. The previous night Yohan was like to join them in their merriment, but now he could barely tolerate the noise coming from them. He placed his hand on his temples, and rubbed them slightly. Just then, someone walked inside.
Johnny
And that someone was... Interesting to say the least. Not in the 'oh look at him, he's so cool' kind of interesting but the 'who the fuck is that' kind of way. He wore what looked to be normal villager clothes underneath what was clearly a rather old iron cuirass, a shield prominent on his right arm and a sword at his hip. God and an Old Sea Dog only knows why he's here but it seemed like he was scanning the room for something. His target, one of the louder pirates that was failing to regale an uninterested woman of a tale about him dealing with an 'evil imp of a monkey', was soon spotted before the Hardin seemed to sigh, straighten his back and marched his way over. He walked pass Yohan's table with a light grumble as one might catch him say, 'Just one hit and that ought to do it'. Seemed something quite interesting was about to happen..
Rosanne
Yohan looked up at the man with a face of confusion and exasperation, and called out "Excuse me, but what did you say, sir?" He straightened up as he talked, and shook the cloak off of him, revealing a white shirt with ruffles at his wrists, and a long, multicolored coat, with various purples, pinks, and reds in the patchwork. He was a skinny man, compared to the other patrons at least, and looked sickly, probably thanks to the blinding hangover. He stood up, leaning up on the table for support, as he looked at the man expectantly.
Johnny
Randall was just halfway to the annoying pirate's table before Yohan's voice snapped him out of his focus, causing the blue eyed man to look back towards the bard. "Uh, what? You say something to me, stranger?" From the voice, he was certainly not exactly a local to this town. It was more 'village bumpkin/country man' than 'salty pirate' to be fair. Meanwhile, in the background, our dear Sparrow gets a nice, quick slap from the serving woman... Nice.
Rosanne
Yohan blinked a few times, and pointed a finger at Randall. "Indeed I did. I heard you mutter something as you walked past, and I'd like to know if it was meant for me, and if so, what it was." Yohan heard the slap coming from the serving woman, and looked past Randall, seeing the situation. He gave a small smirk, wishing she'd do the same to all the other obnoxious men in the room.
Johnny
"No sir, it wasn't directed to you, I just... Uh... Have a job I *Really* Need to finish. I'd rather not have a debt like a certain man in this tavern." The odd man gave a casual gesture back to Barbosa Sparrow, who at the moment was rubbing his cheek before he noticed the 'stranger' glancing back to him and pointing. Just what was that lubber doin', aye?
Rosanne
Yohan, realizing his error, nodded his head, and motioned for Randall to move along. "Then by all means, please continue what you were doing." He sat back in his chair, suddenly feeling less gross and tired than he was just a few moments before. He kicked his feet up on the table, and sipped his tea, clearing his mind, as he watched Randall.
Johnny
Randall smiled to Yohan and gave a nod himself before he turned to BS's table, saying, "Don't mind if I do, good sir." Speaking of BS, mister Barbosa Sparrow watched on in confusion as Randall marched right on over to the table. "Oi, what do ye think ya doin' there lad? Walkin' ta me like ye own the place. You know who I am, lad? I am the GREAT Barbosa Sparrow and I DEMAND RESP-," And it was about that moment that Randall reared back his hand and PIMP SLAPPED the pirate, right in front of everyone. It would hit so hard and sudden, the surprised pirate would flop backwards out of his seat.