As The Sparrow Flies

Alright yeah he was piss fucking drunk, but that was expected of him, wasn't it? His kids had just turned a year old. Phoenix so far was the only one that decided to stick around with him after leaving Valhalla, but hadn't officially joined the Pirates quite yet. Ares had allowed Phoenix to try a drink, and the boy had done pretty poor with it. The kid was just as drunk, but at least the older Saxe could still function. Sure he was wobbly on his feet, but hey, there was a meeting to get to! He kicked Phoenix in the rump, a grin on his lips. "Get up Kid, we've got a meeting to go to. Or y'know, if you think this is it for you, then feel free to go, I won't stop ya!" Without waiting for his hungover kid to get up, Ares made his way towards the meeting.

When he arrived, there was...a very small gathering. Not so many Pirates around anymore, eh? His cousin had drunk herself silly and was going through some shit, which honestly? Same Sparrow. Same. He wobbled over to the group and dropped to the ground, rump first, hard. "What red man said. I've got your back, Gil! Oh, and also some cool rank would be nice, too." He winked before a burp escaped. Woops.