2nd Floor Common Room. (Late Evening)

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Callisto sat watching an old Bitterwoman re-run.

It was entirely possible she was lying in wait waiting for someone to make an appearance.

[ooc: Open to all.]

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Marty puts his hands on his hips and adopts a scolding position. "Well Mr. Pirate, I should think that you should be trying to be a good boy so that Santa can bring you presents!"

"Eyepatch? Is that a special kind of Christmas drink?" Marty asks, very curious.

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Barbossa grinned. "Well, I be pillagin' -free fer three months now, so maybe Santa'll be believin' I be turnin' over a new leaf."

He took the eyepatch off of the bottle and showed it to Marty. "No, it be a bit of a fashion accessory. Well, at least fer ye, as ye have both o' yer eyes."

He put one on to demonstrate. "See? Most fearsome. And yet festive at the same time."

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"Yay! I knew you were a good pirate! Good but Fearsome and Festive!! Yay! Is there something you want Santa to bring to you? Because you know what? I *know* him. He's like the bestest guy ever!"

Marty takes a close look of the bottle. "Is that snowberry juice? Snow berry juice is the best!"

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"You know him?" Barbossa's eyes were sparkling. "I be havin' a roof over me head, a boat o' me own and enough rum t' get me through the next semester. Maybe Santa could be bringin' me some apples?"

He looked at the bottle as well. "If snowberry juice be another name fer rum, then yes. If not, then, no, it be rum."

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Marty the Elf is confused. He's never heard of this Rum drink before.

"Can I try some of your Rum-juice, Mr. Pirate? I'll see that Santa brings ALLLLLLL the Apples you want!"

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Barbossa paused to wonder if getting Marty-who-be-thinkin'-he's-an-Elf drunk would put him on the naughty list.

He decided that the entertainment value would probably be worth it.

Also? Pirate.

"Ye most certainly can," he said with a big smile, popping the top off of a bottle. "Here ye go. Small swallows, mind. It be strong."

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Marty the Elf takes the bottle and starts gulping down the rum.

He then makes a face and spews rum everywhere.

"That's not snowberry juice! That tastes nothing like it!"

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"Don't be wastin' it," Barbossa yelped, reaching for the bottle.

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"IT BURNS MY MOUTH! IT BURNS MY MOUTH!" Marty says hopping up and down. Rum is flying everywhere.

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Barbossa watched him with wide eyes. He'd never seen such a blatent disregard for rum.

Well, other than that time with Squinty Pete. But Pete'd been on fire at the time, so it had been excusable.

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Marty looked at Barbossa with look of accusation. "You're a bad pirate! You lied! You sit on a throne of lies!"

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Barbossa supposed he should be ashamed of something, given how Marty was staring at him, but he couldn't figure out what.

So he seized on the only part of the conversation that made sense. "I be sittin' on no manner o' throne!" he said. "I be standin' up!"

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"You're nothing but a cotton-headed-ninny-muggins!"

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Now he was just making words up. Barbossa could do that, too.

"You impertinent motley-minded varlet!" he shot back, crossing his arms over his chest.

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Marty the Elf gasped in shock. "Well... Well... You smell like beef and cheese! And your snowberry juice tastes like battery acid!"

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Barbossa grinned. "Aye, I think I can live wit' that."

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Suddenly Marty the Elf has become happy again!

"Oh! Okay! I'm going to go spread *More* Christmas cheer!"

And he bounds off...