Kuhn grinned. " I wouldn't dream of shooting you!" He shouted, he looked Elaina in the eyes, and chugged the rest of the bottle. "Pucker up." He said, the pistol aimed at Lina, waving off to the side as he spoke and drank, he put the bottle away from his lips, and then he fired, the bullet flew off towards the side, hitting a pan hanging on a rack on the side of the inn, heading behind Lina, hitting a the metal breastplate of some schmuck in a armor on the other side of the street from such an angle it richotted, instead of pierce, back towards Lina. Due to it's many bounces, it had lost quite a lot of it's force, finally striking the top of the full bottle, it only hit it hard enough to pop off the lid, and make the bottle fall slowly down into Lina's crossed arms, good to drink.

Kuhn twirled the piece of shit flintlock in his hand, before handing it back, grip first to Elaina, whom was in fact, quite amused, as the other patrons of the inn all lost their minds at the shot the Grog Warrior Gunner had just taken. Kuhn smirked, as he stroked the brim of his hand with his finger. "All right, how about dat bet, love?"


Elaina chuckled. "You'll get your reward. But, Stagio Island gambling rules dictate that the loser of a wager has one day to pay. It was a good wager, Kuhn." She said, with a smile, blowing him a kiss before she walked in the other direction. Kuhn gestured that he caught the kiss and put it against his chest, towards his heart, his hand against his head.

"Hey, Lina! You can get back here now!" He shouted. "I made us a Mill. Think the Cap'n will be happy?"