Octavius was a little surprised when Ceres barged into the inn demanding the finest alcoholic beverages on tap. Of course, that didn't stop him and Luther from cheering when the more expensive brews were set down in front of them. A thunderous high-five resounded between the freshly reunited pair, and the captain then immediately set to downing his drink. He'd been drinking the less expensive ales at every establishment thus far, however, and was a little surprised by the sudden quality change. That only spurred him on to further levels of determination, however. If the drinks here were this good, he supposed he might as well enjoy more of them.

Of course, distractions abounded for the drunken warlord, and when the smell of frying potatoes wafted out from the kitchen, another objective manifested itself. And of course, like magic, the bartender was right there waiting when the pirate finally had his words together. "I want whatever that smell is!" he declared. "That smell for everyone!" he raised his drink to the room, and while the idea of fried potatoes didn't agree with everyone, free food was not something to be declined. A ragged cheer went up and everyone drank to the idea of someone else buying them some food. The innkeeper sighed and disappeared back into the kitchen to see if they even had enough potatoes to attempt such a venture, before returning just in time for Octavius to demand more drinks for himself and his drinking companions. 

This time he attempted to high-five both of his companions at the arrival of their drinks, but missed when suddenly and erratically swinging for where he assumed Ceres' hand would appear, and his open palm smashed into the bar like a sledgehammer. He felt no pain, and lucky for all involved, the bar remained undamaged. The innkeeper was beginning to wonder if this man was worth the trouble...