Octavius laughed when he heard someone referring to him as "Cap'n" and turned to find a woman addressing him, telling him that someone was watching her. He laughed harder, not entirely sure what she was talking about. "And a drink for the lady!" he bellowed at the tavernkeeper, before correcting himself. "Make it two! She doesn't look merry enough!" the warlord added, not quite as loud. Then he noticed that his first mate was trying to escape, though his drunken brain hadn't really pointed out to him that this woman who'd bothered him was actually part of his crew. All he knew was that he knew this woman, and she seemed familiar enough that he figured she couldn't be all bad. So he reached out drunkenly to grab her arm, nearly took out a waitress in the process, and realized he could only hope he'd actually gotten hold of the woman, he was drunk enough that processing things was getting harder by the moment.

Then drinks appeared in front of him, and Captain Cuttlam cheered again. He slurred his demands that the woman stay and drink, wondering if she was available, and wondering if he should wonder that out loud. Life was a lot easier when viewed through the amber haze of some good ale. Luther chimed in to encourage Ceres as well. He wasn't quite as drunk as Octavius, having gotten a good deal of practice in while he was here, but the man fully supported his captain, even if he made some strange decisions sometimes. A man that could turn into a monster at will was bound to be a little eccentric, if only because it was hard to find people to hang out with once they knew the sorts of things he could do. So if the pirate lord seemed a little worse for wear, the musician didn't care, they were having too much fun drinking, and now they aimed that fun directly at the water-manipulating woman who'd thought someone following her around was something to be concerned about...