<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/40/Dotley-Theodore-05.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Gerrit Marquardt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293586.msg14412635#msg14412635)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Party time, Sunday, June 1st<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Lanai- bar area<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Ordering A Cocktail/Reminiscing<br/><strong>Content Rating:</strong>Light<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chelsea, Mark, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Truthfully Gerrit only ordered a Blue Hawaiian. because he wanted one of those gaudy drinks with the umbrella, he didn’t actually care what was in the damn thing. “No rum. Just vodka.  Sweet and sour.” The older man ordered in response to the question.  His tone was unintentionally curt, a side effect of ordering around wayward deckhands in his youth.  Then again, it wasn’t like he didn't yell at people in his modern life. The shipping industry wasn’t exactly known for it’s subtly.<br/><br/>“So Chelsea, Is it? Having you been working on the island long? I’ve noticed you’re rather talented with your hands.” Gerrit asked as he was toasted by the man beside him. “Yes, Mojitos are quite feminine. That’s why it’s bold to order one.” The  mature man replied with a smile and a quick glance to the boy next to him.” You know, when I was your age I was drinking Devil’s springs off the coast of Australia. Little advice to you, don’t ever get so drunk you hit an elephant seal with a sailboat. It’s quite hard to explain to the authorities.” Gerrit quipped as he turned his attention back to the bartender. He hated being the old sailor in the bar talking about his past adventures. In fact, it was why he stopped going to bars in his early thirties.<br/>