It would probably be enough to deal with beer, wine, cider and at least his mead. Adding distilling would probably be an extra step they didn't need, besides he'd not heard about much of a home distilling movement, certainly there was one but it wasn't that large. So it was easy enough to agree with Rowan.
"That's fine. If you decide to try it you buy the equipment and we'll find the space then.â€
Eiryk would not be the one to discourage Rowan, or anyone for that matter, from experimenting with creating any kind of alcohol... especially if he got to sample it.
Orange was an underrated color. Too often people only thought of hunters and road worker but there were so many pleasant shades. In moderation it was a very warm and welcoming color. You had to have the right colors around it too or it could be rather jarring. Rue had the right colors around it.
The idea of hipsters was brought up again and Eiryk shook his head.
"Gods deliver us from skinny jeans, pretentious hats and bad facial hair. Shall we tell them we did literally everything before it was 'cool'?â€
Sure there had been trends and fashion and the like forever and a day but he and Rue had been around since well before the concept of 'cool' even existed. Possibly before hip had existed but probably not before trendy, maybe though it was hard to say.
"Someone will have a good idea I'm sure.â€
Verbal banter never seemed to be in short supply with their friends. Most of them seemed to encourage one another so...oh.
"Get them all in a room with a few drinks and dare them all to be wittier than the other?â€
That would get them enough names to open at least half a dozen businesses of various kinds. They should probably take bets on who inadvertently named it, it would probably be a combination.
Avast! (attn: Eiryk)
Rowan stood on the deck of the Buccaneer, hands on his hips, breathing in the salty ocean air. He loved his boat, and she had taken several trips over the last few years with Cris. He'd promised to take Kem and Aishe out, as well as Alex and Eiryk. She was definitely a large enough boat. Even just a few days down the coast and back would be an enjoyable trip.
Crs was working tonight, some kind of security exercise, so Rowan had asked Eiryk to come help him clean. It would give them time to catch up, too. It felt like it had been forever since they'd hung out. Sure, they both had husbands now, and steady jobs that didn't include raiding, pillaging, and piracy, but they'd known each other for centuries. That thought boggled Rowan's mind. Centuries of knowing another person.
It wasn't like they'd traveled extensively together for that whole time, but they'd run into each other on numerous occasions. Those random meetings had become planned meetings, which had become a solid friendship. They'd never been lovers, although sure, way back when they'd definitely tossed each other off when the situation seemed to call for it. They'd shared human partners before (if a pair of twins counted), and they'd played 'wingman' for each other as well. They had a lot of history. Rowan wanted to make sure they stayed connected.
(ooc: https://www.sunreef-yachts.com/en/70-sunreef-power)
Eiryk
5 years ago
Rowan Murphy
5 years ago
Rowan nodded to Eiryk; that solution would work. He had to admit he was relieved that Eiryk was okay with him being more of a silent partner. He wouldn't label himself co-dependent by any stretch, but he supposed he was still 'honeymooning' and wasn't entirely ready to spend large amounts of time away from Cris.
However, the idea of brewing something was appealing and he was hopeful that Cris would want to try it with him even if it didn't turn out to be anything they got serious about. It would also be fun to send something to Henri that he'd made himself, instead of the other way around.
"They wouldn't believe you. I, on the other hand, have cool hair and enough piercings to be credible." Rowan smirked at Eiryk. "I could totally sell the 'I'm a super old vampire' thing."
They continued to make the bed, chuckling over the idea of a naming party with their friends. "Exactly. See who can outwit whom for the best brewery name. Honestly, my money is on Cris or Alex."
Cris was just ridiculously creative, and Alexander seemed to have a flair for that sort of thing, especially when it came to businesses. He was also young enough to still get what was trendy.
Finishing up the bed in this room, they went to the bathroom to get the matching towels out so those could air out as well. Once that was done, though, Rowan didn't have any more rooms to get ready. Just a little straightening up in the living area, and then some time before they actually left, a little clean-up in the master berth too. That one, though, he'd do by himself or with Cris. It was their private space.
"We seem to have run dry," Rowan said, lifting his glass as they left the second cabin. "Fortunately, I know where we can find more mead."
He'd left both bottles in the living room area since he figured they'd wind up there. So he led Eiryk back that way, and emptied the remainder of the first bottle into their glasses before taking a generous swallow.
However, the idea of brewing something was appealing and he was hopeful that Cris would want to try it with him even if it didn't turn out to be anything they got serious about. It would also be fun to send something to Henri that he'd made himself, instead of the other way around.
"They wouldn't believe you. I, on the other hand, have cool hair and enough piercings to be credible." Rowan smirked at Eiryk. "I could totally sell the 'I'm a super old vampire' thing."
They continued to make the bed, chuckling over the idea of a naming party with their friends. "Exactly. See who can outwit whom for the best brewery name. Honestly, my money is on Cris or Alex."
Cris was just ridiculously creative, and Alexander seemed to have a flair for that sort of thing, especially when it came to businesses. He was also young enough to still get what was trendy.
Finishing up the bed in this room, they went to the bathroom to get the matching towels out so those could air out as well. Once that was done, though, Rowan didn't have any more rooms to get ready. Just a little straightening up in the living area, and then some time before they actually left, a little clean-up in the master berth too. That one, though, he'd do by himself or with Cris. It was their private space.
"We seem to have run dry," Rowan said, lifting his glass as they left the second cabin. "Fortunately, I know where we can find more mead."
He'd left both bottles in the living room area since he figured they'd wind up there. So he led Eiryk back that way, and emptied the remainder of the first bottle into their glasses before taking a generous swallow.
Eiryk
5 years ago
Eiryk rolled his eyes at his long time friend. He'd tried something similar to Rowan's edgier semi-punk aesthetic once a few decades ago, when he was one his own. It had lasted a day, maybe two. It hadn't suited him, he hadn't been comfortable in it and he had nearly immediately given it up.
However, he still thought he might have some kind of chashe with the hipster crowd well maybe if he tried, borrowed one of Alex' tee shirt and got a pair of skinny jeans or something. Seriously it wasn't his fault he prefered to dress up a bit rather than go for the rock star vibe.
"You know half of them are going to expect Louis not Lestate right?â€
He fired back cheerfully. Honestly he wasn't sure anyone who wasn't already in the know would believe either of them were vampires, even of they did he doubted they'd be taken for being more than a thousand years old.
"They might be the front runners but I'm not ruling anyone out.â€
He said of Alex and Cris. It probably all really depended on how the conversation went and what ideas got tossed out and who was able to twist them about. That and Eiryk just hated to sell anyone short he loved all of his friends and thought they were all brilliant in their own way.
"It took you this long?â€
He laughed even as he mulled the flavors over. Eiryk had been making mead off and on, and more on than off, his entire life, there were very few combinations he hadn't tried but every once in a while something struck his fancy or he remembered how much he liked something.
"I think I might be on a ginger kick for a while now. I hope that suits you.â€
However, he still thought he might have some kind of chashe with the hipster crowd well maybe if he tried, borrowed one of Alex' tee shirt and got a pair of skinny jeans or something. Seriously it wasn't his fault he prefered to dress up a bit rather than go for the rock star vibe.
"You know half of them are going to expect Louis not Lestate right?â€
He fired back cheerfully. Honestly he wasn't sure anyone who wasn't already in the know would believe either of them were vampires, even of they did he doubted they'd be taken for being more than a thousand years old.
"They might be the front runners but I'm not ruling anyone out.â€
He said of Alex and Cris. It probably all really depended on how the conversation went and what ideas got tossed out and who was able to twist them about. That and Eiryk just hated to sell anyone short he loved all of his friends and thought they were all brilliant in their own way.
"It took you this long?â€
He laughed even as he mulled the flavors over. Eiryk had been making mead off and on, and more on than off, his entire life, there were very few combinations he hadn't tried but every once in a while something struck his fancy or he remembered how much he liked something.
"I think I might be on a ginger kick for a while now. I hope that suits you.â€
Rowan Murphy
5 years ago
Rowan shook his head. "They'll take what they can get."
The idea that Eiryk's new business would be full of hipsters wouldn't leave him, though, and he continued to chuckle about it even as they moved through the ship. Over the next bottle of mead they began to straighten up the pillows and cushions in the living room, which had been laid out to air somewhat haphazardly.
The cleaning crew Rowan had hired had more than done their job; they would have come back in to complete this task too but Rowan enjoyed doing the last parts himself. While not even remotely the same as three hundred years ago, it still put him in a sailing mindframe.
"Kind of a far cry from swabbing the deck and repairing an actual tall ship, eh?" he asked Eiryk as they finished the short task.
Rowan decided to test the furniture by sprawling comfortably on it with his mead, the alcohol pleasantly warm in his veins. "Where was your favorite port? I know we bumped into each other in Europe plenty."
The idea that Eiryk's new business would be full of hipsters wouldn't leave him, though, and he continued to chuckle about it even as they moved through the ship. Over the next bottle of mead they began to straighten up the pillows and cushions in the living room, which had been laid out to air somewhat haphazardly.
The cleaning crew Rowan had hired had more than done their job; they would have come back in to complete this task too but Rowan enjoyed doing the last parts himself. While not even remotely the same as three hundred years ago, it still put him in a sailing mindframe.
"Kind of a far cry from swabbing the deck and repairing an actual tall ship, eh?" he asked Eiryk as they finished the short task.
Rowan decided to test the furniture by sprawling comfortably on it with his mead, the alcohol pleasantly warm in his veins. "Where was your favorite port? I know we bumped into each other in Europe plenty."
Eiryk
5 years ago
Eiryk might have been a little fussy about the fluffing and arranging of the pillows, occupational hazard. It was good of Rue to put up with him. The crew had done a good job, Eiryk usually took care of his yacht himself (not the apartment, just his ship, that probably said something about him but he'd never thought about it), but this crew was good enough he would probably ask Rowan for a card.
He laughed at the former pirate's observation. There was a lot he was glad they were well rid of, scurvy, bad food, worse water, lice, rats and any number of other things, but still...
"Just a bit, but exploring hasn't been the same since.â€
There was plenty of the world left to see and even what he had seen had changed radically so Eiryk wasn't giving up his traveling, but it just wasn't the same since the invention of air travel and GPS. He missed a little of that.
"Favorite? Hmmmmmmm...â€
So many to choose from. Eiryk gave as many as he could think of due consideration. It wasn't just his mortal life either.
"Kyushu was brilliant, worth muddling through Portuguese for.â€
He'd managed to get on a trading ship to Japan while Japan was quite closed off and the Portuguese had fairly exclusive rights. His Portuguese was rough at best when they'd started that voyage though and had only gotten marginally better.
"I never minded winding I Constantinople.â€
It seemed to Eiryk he and Rowan had run into each other there at least once but he wasn't sure.
"Honestly I'm not sure I could pick... well other than home.â€
He'd always liked going back to either Sweden or Denmark. It wasn't something Eiryk did on a regular basis but often enough. He was probably due for some time back there quite soon.
"Did you ever manage to pick a favorite?"
He laughed at the former pirate's observation. There was a lot he was glad they were well rid of, scurvy, bad food, worse water, lice, rats and any number of other things, but still...
"Just a bit, but exploring hasn't been the same since.â€
There was plenty of the world left to see and even what he had seen had changed radically so Eiryk wasn't giving up his traveling, but it just wasn't the same since the invention of air travel and GPS. He missed a little of that.
"Favorite? Hmmmmmmm...â€
So many to choose from. Eiryk gave as many as he could think of due consideration. It wasn't just his mortal life either.
"Kyushu was brilliant, worth muddling through Portuguese for.â€
He'd managed to get on a trading ship to Japan while Japan was quite closed off and the Portuguese had fairly exclusive rights. His Portuguese was rough at best when they'd started that voyage though and had only gotten marginally better.
"I never minded winding I Constantinople.â€
It seemed to Eiryk he and Rowan had run into each other there at least once but he wasn't sure.
"Honestly I'm not sure I could pick... well other than home.â€
He'd always liked going back to either Sweden or Denmark. It wasn't something Eiryk did on a regular basis but often enough. He was probably due for some time back there quite soon.
"Did you ever manage to pick a favorite?"
Rowan Murphy
5 years ago
"Oh, I don't know," Rowan mused, content to drink while Eiryk fussed with pillows - that was one of the benefits of having Eiryk there, in his opinion. "I still enjoy the exploring. If you turn off the nav systems and just go, it can feel pretty rustic. If you ignore all the polished chrome trim around you."
He chuckled with the irony of anything feeling rustic on this catamaran. It was about as modern as modern got. He couldn't imagine pirating in it. How different that would have been, each pirate in his or her own separate berth, private head with shower, huge luxurious living space... was it even piracy if you did it comfortably?
Eiryk ran through a list of his favorite ports, but Rowan knew he'd list his home among them. Over the centuries when they'd bumped into each other, Rowan had always been regaled with tales of Eiryk's last visit home, so he knew it was important to him. Rowan had steadfastly avoided a large portion of Europe when he was younger, not wanting to know about his history or what he'd done to deserve being branded.
"I loved Clew Bay," he said, rolling his eyes up thoughtfully. "I did sail under O'Malley back in the day. Not on her crew, but our ship was affiliated and we followed her orders. I did some forgery for her, indirectly. But the feel of the bay, the islands all rising out of the water, the fog sitting on them and the particular smells, those always felt a bit like home to me."
It wasn't the only place he'd spent time, though. "When I was away from Ireland, I enjoyed Port Royal. It was crowded, safe for the most part, and very easy to sustain myself."
He did envy Eiryk's having a home. That was one thing Rowan hadn't really felt like he'd had in his youth. He spoke a number of languages, and he'd been turned in Ireland, but his terror at being a criminal had made him certain he would find no home anywhere near there. Home had been more of a person to him in the early days, when he relied on Henri for everything. They had traveled a lot, so Rowan could say that back then Henri had been home to him.
Before he could muse too long, he heard Cris's voice in his head, asking how his evening was. Rowan smiled. He was relaxed, slightly tipsy, enjoying time with his oldest friend, and getting his ship ready to go out this weekend or the next.
[Couldn't be much better, unless you were here. Training going all right? How would you feel about learning to brew?]
He lifted the second bottle of mead to refill their glasses, but it was empty. Well, that had gone quickly. He wiggled the bottle at Eiryk to show him their mead was gone, and stood. Crossing to the small bar next to the kitchen, he pulled out his best rum, a bottle from Appleton Estate, and poured two neat glasses. He delivered one back to Eiryk, bringing the bottle along. What the hell, he figured, it had been a while since they'd been drunk. They certainly didn't need to be staggering drunk, but he wanted the pleasant warmth in his blood to continue, not to burn away too quickly.
He chuckled with the irony of anything feeling rustic on this catamaran. It was about as modern as modern got. He couldn't imagine pirating in it. How different that would have been, each pirate in his or her own separate berth, private head with shower, huge luxurious living space... was it even piracy if you did it comfortably?
Eiryk ran through a list of his favorite ports, but Rowan knew he'd list his home among them. Over the centuries when they'd bumped into each other, Rowan had always been regaled with tales of Eiryk's last visit home, so he knew it was important to him. Rowan had steadfastly avoided a large portion of Europe when he was younger, not wanting to know about his history or what he'd done to deserve being branded.
"I loved Clew Bay," he said, rolling his eyes up thoughtfully. "I did sail under O'Malley back in the day. Not on her crew, but our ship was affiliated and we followed her orders. I did some forgery for her, indirectly. But the feel of the bay, the islands all rising out of the water, the fog sitting on them and the particular smells, those always felt a bit like home to me."
It wasn't the only place he'd spent time, though. "When I was away from Ireland, I enjoyed Port Royal. It was crowded, safe for the most part, and very easy to sustain myself."
He did envy Eiryk's having a home. That was one thing Rowan hadn't really felt like he'd had in his youth. He spoke a number of languages, and he'd been turned in Ireland, but his terror at being a criminal had made him certain he would find no home anywhere near there. Home had been more of a person to him in the early days, when he relied on Henri for everything. They had traveled a lot, so Rowan could say that back then Henri had been home to him.
Before he could muse too long, he heard Cris's voice in his head, asking how his evening was. Rowan smiled. He was relaxed, slightly tipsy, enjoying time with his oldest friend, and getting his ship ready to go out this weekend or the next.
[Couldn't be much better, unless you were here. Training going all right? How would you feel about learning to brew?]
He lifted the second bottle of mead to refill their glasses, but it was empty. Well, that had gone quickly. He wiggled the bottle at Eiryk to show him their mead was gone, and stood. Crossing to the small bar next to the kitchen, he pulled out his best rum, a bottle from Appleton Estate, and poured two neat glasses. He delivered one back to Eiryk, bringing the bottle along. What the hell, he figured, it had been a while since they'd been drunk. They certainly didn't need to be staggering drunk, but he wanted the pleasant warmth in his blood to continue, not to burn away too quickly.
Eiryk
5 years ago
Eirky just shook his head at the idea of things feeling rustic. It just wasn't the same too much of the map had had been uncovered. Although maybe his next trip home he should try and sail it the old fashioned way, he wasn't so out of practice, it should be fine. That was a good idea.
"I didn't know you'd had anything to do with O'Malley.â€
Eiryk said both a little amused and a little impressed. While he'd not been involved he'd certainly heard of her. Grace O'Malley was something of a legend.
"I do have to give you it is a pretty country fantastic coast line even if it is lacking in fjords. Less ice though... tough call really.â€
Certainly his people had been rather fond of the country and they were still digging up viking artifacts to prove it.
"I will agree the busy ones had a certain advantage though.â€
Asia and Africa had been a challenge in some ways, the blond guy stood out the red head would have the same issue. It was tricky enough to manage on the ship, especially when they'd been younger and the voyages longer, the port shouldn't be a challenge too.
He did a double take at the empty bottle.
"When the hell did we do that? I'll just send over a case for the weekend... maybe two.â€
Even with six of them they might not go through all that... or they might. Either way, apparently at least he and Rowan drank faster when they didn't have a task to distract them.
Eiryk actually thought about it before he had another drink, he did want to get home to Alex tonight. He adored curling up with Alex, granted he was generally sound asleep and then some but it still made him happy. After thinking about it he decided he could still do one... maybe two more but he would definitely nurse these.
"I thought you said pirates and rum were cliche?â€
"I didn't know you'd had anything to do with O'Malley.â€
Eiryk said both a little amused and a little impressed. While he'd not been involved he'd certainly heard of her. Grace O'Malley was something of a legend.
"I do have to give you it is a pretty country fantastic coast line even if it is lacking in fjords. Less ice though... tough call really.â€
Certainly his people had been rather fond of the country and they were still digging up viking artifacts to prove it.
"I will agree the busy ones had a certain advantage though.â€
Asia and Africa had been a challenge in some ways, the blond guy stood out the red head would have the same issue. It was tricky enough to manage on the ship, especially when they'd been younger and the voyages longer, the port shouldn't be a challenge too.
He did a double take at the empty bottle.
"When the hell did we do that? I'll just send over a case for the weekend... maybe two.â€
Even with six of them they might not go through all that... or they might. Either way, apparently at least he and Rowan drank faster when they didn't have a task to distract them.
Eiryk actually thought about it before he had another drink, he did want to get home to Alex tonight. He adored curling up with Alex, granted he was generally sound asleep and then some but it still made him happy. After thinking about it he decided he could still do one... maybe two more but he would definitely nurse these.
"I thought you said pirates and rum were cliche?â€
Rowan Murphy
5 years ago
Rowan waved his hand at Eiryk. "I said indirectly. I never met her. I heard her yelling a time or two, I think, but I tried to stay out of the way, mostly. Given my skillset in forgery and medicine, my captain was completely amenable to that."
He'd quickly learned how to feed himself on a ship; necessity demanded that, and his abilities lent themselves well to such a thing. Rowan had very early on determined that keeping a low profile was the key, though, to a long and successful pirating career. Knowing how to manipulate his crewmates, through sheer charm or with said abilities, made it certain.
He chuckled when Eiryk expressed surprise at the amount they'd already drunk. Honestly, they'd gone through more and probably faster, but it had been a while. He was feeling pleasantly tingly and the rum was helping it along.
"I can be cliché if you can, I guess," he said to Eiryk.
Cris distracted him momentarily, dryly informing him that no one had died. He didn't seem opposed to trying his hand at brewing with Rowan, and asked what they might be brewing.
"Cris says he'd give brewing a shot," Rowan told Eiryk. "Something about you never know what a certain Scandinavian might add to the brew and having control over what went in."
To Cris, he sent, [Beer at first, I'd imagine. Distilling rum was suggested but that needs different equipment. Eiryk is thinking about starting up sort of a brewing co-op thing and I told him I might be a silent partner. It sounded cool. There were details. I might be a little drunk.]
((ooc: Cris with permission))
He'd quickly learned how to feed himself on a ship; necessity demanded that, and his abilities lent themselves well to such a thing. Rowan had very early on determined that keeping a low profile was the key, though, to a long and successful pirating career. Knowing how to manipulate his crewmates, through sheer charm or with said abilities, made it certain.
He chuckled when Eiryk expressed surprise at the amount they'd already drunk. Honestly, they'd gone through more and probably faster, but it had been a while. He was feeling pleasantly tingly and the rum was helping it along.
"I can be cliché if you can, I guess," he said to Eiryk.
Cris distracted him momentarily, dryly informing him that no one had died. He didn't seem opposed to trying his hand at brewing with Rowan, and asked what they might be brewing.
"Cris says he'd give brewing a shot," Rowan told Eiryk. "Something about you never know what a certain Scandinavian might add to the brew and having control over what went in."
To Cris, he sent, [Beer at first, I'd imagine. Distilling rum was suggested but that needs different equipment. Eiryk is thinking about starting up sort of a brewing co-op thing and I told him I might be a silent partner. It sounded cool. There were details. I might be a little drunk.]
((ooc: Cris with permission))
Eiryk
5 years ago
"Indirect or not it is an impressive name to have even remotely on your resume. It isn't like I can say I had any thing to do with Erikson or his father.â€
Certainly he'd been about, well alive, when both of them had their heyday but the old trope about wrong place wrong time had some truth. Eiryk might harbor a tiny speck of regret for not having a claim to some of those historic voyages but he wasn't going to seriously worry about it. He'd had his fair share of good times, exploration and discoveries. Hell he'd found one of the maps he'd made centuries ago would be going up for auction in a few weeks that had to be proof he'd gotten out and about and it made him happy. Maybe he'd bid on it, he wasn't sure yet.
"Is it really cliche if we were in on the ground floor?â€
Eriyk mused cheerfully starting to realize he probably shouldn't have that second rum.. well maybe he'd have to keep an eye on things or take a good swim as he was clearly starting to feel the results of their... tidying up.
"Oh god this makes us the original hipsters? Why does it -always- come back to hipsters?!â€
He huffed dramatically.
And Cris joined them, for a minute or two, via remote. It really was a fantastic gift, one Eiryk occasionally wished he had. Alex could send though and Eiryk was always tickled to hear from his husband, so it wasn't really surprised to have Cris'oppinon here and could only assume Rue was happy as well.
"I'm sure with his cooking skills creative flair and attention to detail he'll do just fine. I'm not sure I want to know which Scandinavian he's concerned about though.â€
Eiryk teased. His guess was Alex' maker, his adopted father in law, but he wasn't entirely sure and just now it was rather entertaining to play with the idea.
Certainly he'd been about, well alive, when both of them had their heyday but the old trope about wrong place wrong time had some truth. Eiryk might harbor a tiny speck of regret for not having a claim to some of those historic voyages but he wasn't going to seriously worry about it. He'd had his fair share of good times, exploration and discoveries. Hell he'd found one of the maps he'd made centuries ago would be going up for auction in a few weeks that had to be proof he'd gotten out and about and it made him happy. Maybe he'd bid on it, he wasn't sure yet.
"Is it really cliche if we were in on the ground floor?â€
Eriyk mused cheerfully starting to realize he probably shouldn't have that second rum.. well maybe he'd have to keep an eye on things or take a good swim as he was clearly starting to feel the results of their... tidying up.
"Oh god this makes us the original hipsters? Why does it -always- come back to hipsters?!â€
He huffed dramatically.
And Cris joined them, for a minute or two, via remote. It really was a fantastic gift, one Eiryk occasionally wished he had. Alex could send though and Eiryk was always tickled to hear from his husband, so it wasn't really surprised to have Cris'oppinon here and could only assume Rue was happy as well.
"I'm sure with his cooking skills creative flair and attention to detail he'll do just fine. I'm not sure I want to know which Scandinavian he's concerned about though.â€
Eiryk teased. His guess was Alex' maker, his adopted father in law, but he wasn't entirely sure and just now it was rather entertaining to play with the idea.
Rowan Murphy
5 years ago
Rowan just shrugged. He wasn't trying to downplay anything he'd done or not done as a younger vampire-pirate... vampirate? But looking back on it, comparing it to his life now, he didn't really see the glory in it. He supposed it was an interesting thing to be able to say, that he'd sailed with some famous names, but he'd rubbed shoulders with the rich and famous throughout the centuries, here and there. O'Malley had just been a name for the most part.
"A pirating resume, now that would have been interesting. There were definitely some who had reputations. But I spent my entire career trying to not have one, since I got my ship and my crew to where I needed them so they wouldn't ask uncomfortable questions." Rowan grinned at the memory. It hadn't hurt that pirates were a somewhat more 'open' lot than the rest, and not many of them thought anything of turning to one another for relief during a long trip between ports. That alone gave Rowan ample one-on-one (or sometimes two- or three- on-one) time to work his Suggestive way through them. He had yet to discover any better or more feasible way for one of their kind to exist at sea for long.
"How did you ever manage?" he asked Eiryk. His friend didn't have nearly the saem abilities as Rowan, but then, he suspected Vikings made landfall far more often. They raided on the land, where Rowan's crews raided almost entirely at sea.
He wasn't sure how Eiryk had come back around to hipsters, or how he'd gotten included in it, but logic made a lot less sense with added rum. Which, as he eyeballed the bottle, he noted that they'd had more than just a touch of. Well, it was all in fun, anyway.
"Oh he'll be amazing," Rowan said. He was positive that Cris brewing anything would be great. Cris doing most things was great. Obviously Eiryk was a virtuoso with mead, and he'd b een doing that for centuries. But Rowan had faith that if he and Cris took a turn at brewing it would go splendidly.
His sprawl on the sofa had turned into more of a melt, and he pulled himself upright before he could squish the cushions out of shape and undo the lovely set-up.
"I suppose we should probably call it a night here soon and put the alcohol away."
He was pouring just a tiny bit more rum as he said it though, his lips twitching up mischievously. They were definitely putting it away.
"A pirating resume, now that would have been interesting. There were definitely some who had reputations. But I spent my entire career trying to not have one, since I got my ship and my crew to where I needed them so they wouldn't ask uncomfortable questions." Rowan grinned at the memory. It hadn't hurt that pirates were a somewhat more 'open' lot than the rest, and not many of them thought anything of turning to one another for relief during a long trip between ports. That alone gave Rowan ample one-on-one (or sometimes two- or three- on-one) time to work his Suggestive way through them. He had yet to discover any better or more feasible way for one of their kind to exist at sea for long.
"How did you ever manage?" he asked Eiryk. His friend didn't have nearly the saem abilities as Rowan, but then, he suspected Vikings made landfall far more often. They raided on the land, where Rowan's crews raided almost entirely at sea.
He wasn't sure how Eiryk had come back around to hipsters, or how he'd gotten included in it, but logic made a lot less sense with added rum. Which, as he eyeballed the bottle, he noted that they'd had more than just a touch of. Well, it was all in fun, anyway.
"Oh he'll be amazing," Rowan said. He was positive that Cris brewing anything would be great. Cris doing most things was great. Obviously Eiryk was a virtuoso with mead, and he'd b een doing that for centuries. But Rowan had faith that if he and Cris took a turn at brewing it would go splendidly.
His sprawl on the sofa had turned into more of a melt, and he pulled himself upright before he could squish the cushions out of shape and undo the lovely set-up.
"I suppose we should probably call it a night here soon and put the alcohol away."
He was pouring just a tiny bit more rum as he said it though, his lips twitching up mischievously. They were definitely putting it away.
Eiryk
5 years ago
"You didn't have resumes?!â€
Eiryk affected shock, but honestly he knew better. He, on the other hand had a bit of a reputation, at least as a human/viking it had been a good one. After being turned he'd still had one but it had gotten him jobs on trading ships and the like.
How had he managed? Eiryk was in a terribly relaxed sprawl but managed to straighten up slightly and raise and eyebrow at Rue.
"Same way you did I should imagine.â€
Just because he was cautious with his suggestion didn't mean he didn't use it. Both at sea and in monasteries it was almost necessary, they were closed communities same people day after day. Had to remember who you'd bitten and when or you had all sorts of problems and having them remember could be awkward to say the least.
He watched as Rowan sort of fell over into his neatly arranged cushions.
"Oh just lay down I'll fix them again.â€
He really was happy for Rue having found Cris and he thought they were adorable together. It was charming the way Rowan immediately assumed his husband would be talented at something.
"I wonder if Alex will want to try too...â€
Alex was a wonderful cook and had a good handle on flavors he'd no doubt do well if he did.
"We should.†He agreed and somehow managed to refrain from having another, ne already knew he shouldn't be driving. "You know I love you but I am going home tonight.â€
He just didn't like to spend the day away from Alex. He might be passed out and dead to the world but it was better with Alex there.
Eiryk affected shock, but honestly he knew better. He, on the other hand had a bit of a reputation, at least as a human/viking it had been a good one. After being turned he'd still had one but it had gotten him jobs on trading ships and the like.
How had he managed? Eiryk was in a terribly relaxed sprawl but managed to straighten up slightly and raise and eyebrow at Rue.
"Same way you did I should imagine.â€
Just because he was cautious with his suggestion didn't mean he didn't use it. Both at sea and in monasteries it was almost necessary, they were closed communities same people day after day. Had to remember who you'd bitten and when or you had all sorts of problems and having them remember could be awkward to say the least.
He watched as Rowan sort of fell over into his neatly arranged cushions.
"Oh just lay down I'll fix them again.â€
He really was happy for Rue having found Cris and he thought they were adorable together. It was charming the way Rowan immediately assumed his husband would be talented at something.
"I wonder if Alex will want to try too...â€
Alex was a wonderful cook and had a good handle on flavors he'd no doubt do well if he did.
"We should.†He agreed and somehow managed to refrain from having another, ne already knew he shouldn't be driving. "You know I love you but I am going home tonight.â€
He just didn't like to spend the day away from Alex. He might be passed out and dead to the world but it was better with Alex there.
Rowan Murphy
5 years ago
Eiryk's faux shock at the lack of pirate resumes made Rowan laugh a lot more than he would have, had he not also been just a wee bit drunk. A little tipsy. That was all. It was still funny. So was the idea that there they were, two seafaring vampires with suggestion, and neither one of them really loved it. Rowan, for his part, had used it as a necessary tool. He still did, but he liked to think he was far more ethical about it now. It was okay to mess with someone if you were trying to do something good for them, right?
He'd unpack that later.
Since Eiryk wasn't opposed to rearranging the cushions, Rowan let himself flop back onto the couch after he drained the last drops from his glass. Then he sat right back up, because he was pleasantly warm, and very comfortable, and he and Eiryk had more in common than the one ability.
Eiryk was thinking along the same lines, because right after speculating if his husband would like to try brewing, he mentioned going home as well. Rowan heaved himself up, only slightly wobbly, and gathered their glasses and the bottle to put away.
"You're right. Same here. We can stay the night on the ship when we've got our guys with us. It's nice to have someone to go home to, isn't it?"
That was a thing he wasn't sure he'd ever see happen; sure, plenty of people still had it out for same sex couples or people who identified as anything other than 'cis' and 'straight,' but at least at this time in this country, you weren't outright hanged for it.
It certainly hadn't stopped Henri from exploring, way back when, and Rowan had done the same. He couldn't have seen himself with a single partner centuries ago, much less envisioned whether that person was male, female, or what gender. He hadn't known Cris existed though. He still liked to think he would have gotten to Nachton much faster if only he'd known. Rowan would have fallen for him no matter what; it was Cris he loved. That such a person was alive on the planet and was his absolute perfect match was a miracle.
"Definitely time to go home, yeah? Shall we Yellowbeard our way back up the dock?"
He grinned at the reference to Graham Chapman's pirate, then did a convincing impression as he staggered his way toward the lower deck of the Buccaneer and onto the dock, muttering, 'Stagger, stagger, roll, crawl, crawl, stagger...' as he went.
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He'd unpack that later.
Since Eiryk wasn't opposed to rearranging the cushions, Rowan let himself flop back onto the couch after he drained the last drops from his glass. Then he sat right back up, because he was pleasantly warm, and very comfortable, and he and Eiryk had more in common than the one ability.
Eiryk was thinking along the same lines, because right after speculating if his husband would like to try brewing, he mentioned going home as well. Rowan heaved himself up, only slightly wobbly, and gathered their glasses and the bottle to put away.
"You're right. Same here. We can stay the night on the ship when we've got our guys with us. It's nice to have someone to go home to, isn't it?"
That was a thing he wasn't sure he'd ever see happen; sure, plenty of people still had it out for same sex couples or people who identified as anything other than 'cis' and 'straight,' but at least at this time in this country, you weren't outright hanged for it.
It certainly hadn't stopped Henri from exploring, way back when, and Rowan had done the same. He couldn't have seen himself with a single partner centuries ago, much less envisioned whether that person was male, female, or what gender. He hadn't known Cris existed though. He still liked to think he would have gotten to Nachton much faster if only he'd known. Rowan would have fallen for him no matter what; it was Cris he loved. That such a person was alive on the planet and was his absolute perfect match was a miracle.
"Definitely time to go home, yeah? Shall we Yellowbeard our way back up the dock?"
He grinned at the reference to Graham Chapman's pirate, then did a convincing impression as he staggered his way toward the lower deck of the Buccaneer and onto the dock, muttering, 'Stagger, stagger, roll, crawl, crawl, stagger...' as he went.
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Eiryk
5 years ago
Someone to go home too. Just the thought made Eiryk smile. Before Alex his relationship history had been mixed, sometimes one night stands, flings, friends with benefits even occasionally something more like a relationship but nothing he'd ever remotely thought would be long term, let alone forever. He'd honestly been okay with that at the time, but now he couldn't even imagine life without Alex. They'd come far too close to that once, he dearly hoped they'd never see anything like it again.
"Oh please, I've always been a white picket fence and two foxes in the yard kind of guy.â€
Eiryk couldn't help but laugh at himself even as he said it. Rue would know it wasn't remotely true. It turned out, however, he really -really- liked this domestic arrangement this being married thing and he didn't see himself getting tired of it any time soon.
Rue started "Yellow Bearding†his way off the ship and Eiryk joined him, although he wasn't sure if it was the drinking or his natural grace that causes his stagger and a bit of a roll. Fortunately, his phone didn't roll into the ocean and they were able to get a ride share back to the towers. He still had to tell Alex about his new idea after all.
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"Oh please, I've always been a white picket fence and two foxes in the yard kind of guy.â€
Eiryk couldn't help but laugh at himself even as he said it. Rue would know it wasn't remotely true. It turned out, however, he really -really- liked this domestic arrangement this being married thing and he didn't see himself getting tired of it any time soon.
Rue started "Yellow Bearding†his way off the ship and Eiryk joined him, although he wasn't sure if it was the drinking or his natural grace that causes his stagger and a bit of a roll. Fortunately, his phone didn't roll into the ocean and they were able to get a ride share back to the towers. He still had to tell Alex about his new idea after all.
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