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He was still thinking about what he had just done to Rowland and knew that he was going to suffer through some sort of backlash for it. Stefano just waited in the kitchen with some comrades, chatting and laughing, as he also waited for Rowland. He turned around to taste the food before it was sent out for the crew's dinner and that was when he heard a familiar voice call out his name. Rowland had grabbed him by the shoulder, which caused him to spin around and face the male now with a simple smirk on his face.

"Oh, Rowland..." His eyes trailed up and down on him as he continued. "Didn't see you come in. How are ya?" Stefano joked as Rowland began to speak again. He let his words sink into his ears and mind then continued to listen to him while he leaned up against a small counter. Stefano proceeded to fold his arms over his muscular chest while Rowland tried to seem all big and scary towards him. He could not but let out a small chuckle at his display then waited until he was finished speaking before coming back with a response of his own.

Stefano leaned up from the counter now and squared himself with Rowland now. "You're right. I was not thinking but since you're up..." He turned around and dipped a wooden spoon into the stew that was boiling as he held it out towards Rowland. "See how this taste." Some of the guys laughed behind him as he waited for Rowland to take a taste. Stefano dropped the stew back into the pot from the spoon whenever Rowland spoke that last part about settling the score with a fist but then changed it to wanting his supper portion.

His brow raised slightly as he stared at Rowland right in the eyes before taking his hand and pulling on Rowland's clothing now. "Might want to go and get dry before you talk about fists,  bucko." Stefano gritted his teeth as he was always ready for a fight, whether he won or lost. "But sure. I hardly eat supper anyway." Stefano informed him as he shrugged his shoulders then headed for the kitchen door.

"Just get Lee's cot. He usually sleeps on the hard floor behind the bar anyway." Stefano said as he then went through the kitchen door and let the crew know that supper was going to be served shortly.

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"Gimme another."

Cassandra said as she downed another shot and slammed the small glass onto the wooden countertop. Bernard nodded his head at her while he poured her another shot as her right-hand man, Antonio, came up beside her. "Going overboard, aren't we, Captain?" Antonio questioned towards Cassandra, who was definitely drunk but so was most of her crew. With slightly glazed over eyes and a small laugh, she turned towards Antonio and gave him a response.

"Maybe." She said while chugging down another shot and once again, slammed the glass down onto the countertop. "Maybe not." Cassandra stifled a laugh as she attempted to stand up, only to trip over a barstool and fall into Antonio's arms. She laughed as Antonio shook his head at his captain and practically walked her to her chambers so she could hopefully sleep off her drunkness.

It was far too early for everyone to be drunk because now, who was going to man the ship. Since Antonio was the right-hand man, he'd guess that he'd have to take over the ranks for the rest of evening. He sighed as he looked down at Cassandra, who was groaning softly and holding onto her head.

Cassandra did not mean to get that drunk, honestly. She was only wanting to have a good time with her crew and as it shows, she did. She knew that she was going to be feeling the after-effects of her drunkness tomorrow but luckily, she had a remedy for it now.