Mama, What am I Without You?

Ghoul glances her and is earnestly taken aback. He had yet to really meet a female who was so… forward. Yet, he doesn’t allow her to set him off balance. His shoulders shrug in response. “I hadn’t brought any in hopes the tide would’ve taken me instead,” Ghoul replies as he turns an albeit sad but cheeky grin toward the girl. If she wanted to play this game, he would oblige.

As she stretches herself across the sand with her bottles clinking and nudging toward him, Ghoul takes it reluctantly. It is not often that he has time to drink so this is… unusual for him. The feeling makes him feel funny and rather not good. There is less control after he drinks, but maybe this time it is okay if he lets his sense go.

Taking a quick swig from the bottle, he glances at the girl through the flicker of firelight. “Alright Miss Pirate, what d’you say of the Chief of the Island then? Think this is a good ‘nough place to stay marooned, or what?” Already after two or three swigs, his speech his slurred and his eyes linger too long. Heck, who was he to care? She was the one who decided to stay and find out.