Makota looked at Mill. Then looked around. There was all sort of wonderful people. Of course the men were technically naked and DAMN they were smexy. His eyes sparkled as he looked at all the smexiness. And they...had glowsticks? His eyes widened for a moment. That was a new one for him. It made him grin a bit. He looked to Mill as she spoke. â€œOf course! The drinks and then the smexies. Yes. They are very yummy to look at.â€ He said. His eyes sparkling a bit. â€œI bet they know how to dance and give a good massage.â€ He said. A flash of his teeth show a bit of fangage. He was fighting their coming down. Telling himself though he needed it he could probably go a little while longer without it. He spotted Jacoda and let out a hiss. That scent. Oh...heâ€™d never ever forget that scent. He sighed and rolled his eyes. Ame...was not the only source of trouble here tonight. A huge source of trouble and chaos was disguised as a woman. Talk about a party crasher. He snickered as he saw how Katherine reacted to his flirting. He almost giggled when the man was dragged by his dress over to the bar. Looking at Mill once more. He noticed the look and smiled at the man. â€œI would like a margarita. Frozen not on the rocks. Strawberry if you have it.â€ He said. When he got his drink he looked at Mill. He giggled quite audibly. â€œYes. Yes we are. Let us rock the night away.â€ He sipped at his Margarita. He so loved it smoothie style.<br/><br/>He looked at the other woman who seemed to be studying him. He wiggled his fingers and flashed her a beautiful smile. He looked around. â€œOh...I love to see the smexy men. It is lile...awesome.â€ He looked at her. â€œDarling your dress is hot. It so looks good on you. That color...it accents your features in a desirable way. You should so do the runway...you have the looks and I bet you got the skills to knock them dead.â€ The way he talked he could definitely be mistaken as the girly gay. he was actually bisexual but due to his uh...feelings...it was actually a very complicated matter. Since he was male physically but felt he was a woman...to which gender was he actually gay? Physically he was male so it would be assumed male. Yet in every other way he was a woman...so it could also be assumed it was female. So perhaps he was gay to both? Or was he hetero to females because of physically being male. Or was he hetero to males because he felt he was a woman in a mans body? Complicated. Complicated. He was a transvestite. He knew this. He was okay with this. He had the body of a male in which he was trapped. He would not change that despite the fact  he would dress and act as he felt he should of been...a woman.<br/><br/>He looked at Mill. â€œDo you see any of the nommable smexies you want to dance with and rock the night away with Mill love?â€ He asked wit ha wide smile.<br/><br/>Jacoda groaned in his head. She had such a hot sexy and teasing smile. Damn. She was beyond fine. Hot. Sizzling hot. He need to stay focused. Then...she went and bent like she did. He groaned. He quickly had to think of something to keep from getting a bit turned on by that. It would so ruin the disguise. He thought of the giant squid in a tutu tap dancing across the ship singing horrible horrible sound opera. That made it easy to calm down inside. â€œI doubt there is anything you could wear that would not accent your natural beauty.â€ This of course was not a flirt but a genuine opinion and compliment.<br/><br/>Ah...crap. She was getting closer. And closer. And closer. He blinked and was shocked when she got all up on him. Damn. Damn. Best thing to do...imagine his gay ass second mate in a tuxedo with a tie talking with a french accent and tap dancing. Yes. Yes. That helped. The man looked strange in anything other than those crossdressing outfit he wore. He flashed a smile. â€œWhy thank you for such a lovely compliment.â€ He then got the shock of his life. He was dragged by his belt. Ah...crap. â€œJanine.â€ He said in a pretend shy voice. Gah...this woman made this ruse so damn hard. Now he just need to get drunk to become his smexy self. He had a feeling she had noticed his uh...lack of curvage. â€œI would love a drink.â€ He said with a true smile.<br/><br/>He looked at the bartender. â€œI would like some rum.â€ He loved rum. Blame it on being a pirate. Blame it on whatever you want.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The bartender looked at him. â€œIâ€™m sorry maâ€™am we are all out of rum. We do not have any rum in the bar. It should be here within a few hours.â€</span><br/><br/>Jacoda stared at him like he was lying. Like this was some highly impossible concept. Just listening as the man continued. "Why is the rum gone?"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The bartender blinked. â€œWell as my boss knows...the ship carrying our double shipment was caught in Hurricane Vincent. All of our rum shipment went down with the ship. We had a new smaller shipment flown in from across the country. It should be here iin a few hours as I said.â€ The man then proceeded to go into furhter detail that made the explanation quite detailed and lengthy.</span><br/><br/>Jacoda blinked. Then looked puzzled. Rum...went down with the ship? The horror. What a waste of perfectly delicious rum. â€œBut why is the rum gone?â€ he asked. A bit fixated on that point. He wanted rum. Yet...it was gone. It made no sense. He did not quite understand why the rum would be gone. How could ALL the rum be mysteriously gone??? He just stared at the man in shock. â€œAlright a large shot of whiskey then.â€ he said. Looking at Katherine with a lovely smile. Slyly slipping free of her hold on his belt. When he was given the whiskey he pretended to sip at it but quickly downed it. Then acted all giggly and shit like he was quite tipsy. â€œI feel so giggly. Ooo...too much clothing.â€ He backed away from her and with a flash he had thrown off the dress with the bra flying into the air quite quickly. Confetti flew everywhere. The wig followed next. Letting his true wild yet somewhat hot hair style free to be itself.<br/><br/>He quickly seemed to sober up. â€œAh...much better. Much better.â€ He said. Sending a flirty gaze to the vampire queen of this club. Yet the impish and devilish smile was quite sexy in its own way. He was in his basically pirate garbs. The shirt clung to his torso in all the right places. Including against a well pronounced yet not overly so six pack. The way the shirt hung on him showed he was very toned. Arm muscles that showed he was strong without looking like a bodybuilder. His pants modern pirate pants yet they clearly showed he had an ass to him yet it was well proportioned to his body. His legs toned and muscular. He stretched and winked at Katherine. â€œYou really are drop dead sexy dove.â€ He slipped back into his true persona. Even without his trenchcoat and pirate bandana or hat...he just screamed devilish pirate of the sea.<br/><br/>Flirting with danger was always fun. He was not human yet not even his crew was sure what the hell he was. He wasnâ€™t either...all he knew was he wasnâ€™t human. Not that it mattered. The only thing that could make this party better would be...a cannon he could shoot himself out of.