[[just wanna remind you... they're outside. The sunken ship into the ground is the only housing and it's more like a trailer in the middle of the woods. Everyone is gathered outside.]]
His miscreant usuals picked at the platter like vultures. Lee handed out drinks to them before sitting himself on a stool beside the decrepit lazy boy throne that the Captain found himself in.
"OH bollocks! He's memorized them!" Pea pipped.
"'Ave not! You lend an offending hand for saying so," he gestured at her with his Hook before giving a cheeky grin and leaning back, "Why the hell would I memorize them? I have much more important things to do."
"Then we haven't shuffled them properly," Tanya decided, and shuffled them as Lee did a line of coke off his own knee. Pea and Davey decided to drop a dab of LSD in Professor's ale and snicked afterwards.
"What is the minimum number of masts on a schooner?" Tanya asked.
"Pfft-- that's took easy--" but before he spit out the word 'two' a female voice emerged with Pea's mate Andrea that he'd met once or twice. All attention snapped to the side of the trailer and Hook lofted a brow.
"A young woman who knows she ship anatomy."
Tanya scoffed, "D'ya two want a room then?" She teased before Davey nudged her arm.
"Lay off it ye cow," Davey grumbled.
"By all means, join the party..." Hook smirked, forget-me-not hues staying rather mysterious as he surveyed them. Andrea popped over by Pea pretty quickly.
"Hungry? Thirsty?" Lee was probably the most hospitable one out of the bunch.
"What was the name of Don Quixote's horse?" Tanya read.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, still fixed on the new girl, "Rocinante." He then leaned forward and gestured at her with his hook, "And what do they call you, love?"