Octavius hadn't really noticed Ceres' initial reluctance, though it had been so temporary, he'd have thought nothing of it regardless. It didn't take much to twist her rubber arm, and the pirate lord returned to his rejoicing as his first mate started enjoying herself properly. She said something about booze and joining in, and the captain laughed. He finished his drink, and then checked on his companions. Luther was doing well, of course, and he was pleased to see that his first mate was looking a good deal more merry now as well. He waited until she finished her second drink, and then turned to his old friend, raising an eyebrow and grinning obnoxiously as the other man laughed, nodding at the unspoken question.

"Onward! Excelsior!" he slurred, getting up and trying hard not to fall over. The bartender sighed, not sure if he was glad the crazy man was leaving, or disappointed that he hadn't bought more drinks. Either way, the problem was sorting itself out, as Captain Cuttlam was determined to lead his trio to their final destination, the inn he planned on staying the night in. Assuming there was night left to sleep away when they got there of course. He wasn't going to go straight to bed, either. With Ceres having only just joined them, his drunken brain was determined to do more merrymaking to ensure everyone got their fill before anyone got to go to bed. Assuming he didn't pass out beforehand.

"C'mon! There's more merrymaking!" he shouted, though the words didn't come out as clearly as they had in his head. Luther wasn't far behind the warlord, obviously having a good time, and eager to disturb a new group of people, though neither of the two seemed like they would be terribly upset if the woman who'd just showed up didn't want to join them. Mostly because they weren't likely to even realize she was gone before it was too late. Anyone who couldn't keep up didn't deserve to be as merry as them anyway...