<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/sivThwe.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Argus McFinnegan<br/><strong>Position:</strong> Master Brewer &amp; Cooper<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Esperanza, cargo hold<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 1... I think... 2?... what year is it?<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Liam, Nancy<br/><strong>Content:</strong> What do you mean sober up? Do yah not remember who you're talkin' to?</span><br/><hr/><br/>As Nancy went to shake his hand, and Liam greeted him and took the bottle of rum from his other hand, Argus gave a big goofy grin and a nod to the both of them as he shook his crossed arms in greeting. The Irishman let his hands drop to his sides as he swayed in place, seemingly in the opposite directions in which the waves were bobbing the ship.<strong>"Ah saw yu win ah first came aboard, but before ah cood get meself situated ah had a run in with a ol' foe and took the McFinnegan stairs down to the hold."</strong>Argus explained with a grin, though it wavered a bit as Liam commented on his appearance.<strong>"A kraken? Bah, you know good n well I looked much wetter the last time we all had a row wit one ah them. Is it that bad?"</strong>He looked over his own disheveled appearance for a moment, not even noticing the man who swiftly entered and then left the galley.<br/><br/>Argus let out a hearty laugh when Lieam mentioned sobering him up.<strong>"HAH! Thas a good one you ol' sod. I haven't been sober since we last laid eyes on each other. No need tah go mesin' with a good thing eh?"</strong>Though he was in better spirits than when they had last parted ways Argus was willing to admit. Figuring he didn't look that bad Argus waved a dismissive hand towards Liam as he took a swaying step to face more towards the cook.<strong>"D'not worry bout that ol' sea dog, I'm *hic* fine. But ah remember what ah came 'ere for in dah first place. I need to see what all you got fur me tah work me magic on. I'm mashter brewer 'ere on the <em>Esperanza</em> and ah be needin' some splies to be sure all them's aboard this ship ave all the rum and poitín they can stomach."</strong>Not one who understood personal space Argus threw one of his meaty arms over the cook's shoulders as he turned the two of them towards the pantry.<strong>"So wha' say we have us a look eh? Then ah'll be out a yer hair."</strong>he said with another toothy grin.