Scarlet almost laughed at the younger girl "What a show it is indeed!" she replied. She hadn't spent much time up and dancing, and there was less people up and about now. Though where she was sitting, the clicking and clacking of her gloved fingers on the hard wood could be heard across the room.<br/><br/>She observed the room closely, taking everything in, and watching all the crew members. She was quite a few years older then most of the girls on the ship, and while it might not have showed physically, it did in her mannerisms. Often Scarlet found herself watching over them, doing her best to keep them safe in her own way, almost as if mothering them. Even if it was a sub-conscious thing, it was there. She blamed her past losses for her older mannerisms and outlook on her crew mates.<br/><br/>Scarlet got up smoothly, warm and fuzzy from the frothing drinks. She had walked up and made an order next to Melanie, and even nudged her mechanical like arm, giving the girl a nod and smile. Scarlet hadn't even gotten her meal before seeing Eleanor in the corner of her eye attempt to steal some nice looking rum from the back. Mouth open, she stared at the clearly over intoxicated girl. "Good god Eleanor..." she chuffed, fingers bracing the bridge of her nose. As Eleanor and undoubtedly a few others slipped out of the Pub, she herself got up with a huff. "We'll, I don't know about you, but I think it'd be a good idea for at least one'a us to go watch her..." Scarlet said while once more nudging Melanie. Shaking a slightly indifferent, yet slightly amused face in the doors general direction.<br/><br/>She walked toward the Pub entrance, stopping by the barman first. "Here... this probably doesn't cover'er but, I ain't got much" she said while grasping the enraged man by the hand, and placing some of what little she had into his big clasp. He eyed Scarlet sharply, clearly not satisfied, but she shrugged anyway then almost jogged out the door.<br/><br/>She followed Eleanor as best as I could, which was probably not as hard as it should have been. "Goodness, how much did'ya drink Eleanor?" she said as she caught up, sword clanging against the building as it was sheathed.<br/><br/>While the ever growing amused Scarlet awaited a reply She leaned against a wall next to her, but followed whenever she moved in a different direction. After a few moments, she began shaking her head more before abruptly stopping and reached out for a bottle. "While im still here, may as well participate..." she hinted with a joking wink, hand out for a bottle of whatever the girl had gotten away with. Scarlet may not have looked it, but she had been a big drinker at a time when everything went downhill. With about 6-8 more years of experience in what she liked to call "the art" over the girls and maybe 2 years over some of the guys.