A bar fight? More like it, but this time it wasnt him who started it (a miracle really) but Sinbad grabbed hold of the fighting men and throws them outside as he if was grabbing an unruly animals by the scruff of their necks. After he took care of the mess, the captain walks back inside, shoulder held high and a grin reaching his lips.
"A drink, if its not too much, darling." Sinbad spoke with a purr, his form leaning against the counter as the serpent gave Roland a wink.
(None of your ocs met Sinbad yet, I've noticed ππ)
Roland was about to step in himself when the new patron he didn't recognize handled the skirmish before him. He was impressed with the cool headed way the stranger handled it, not to mention how effortlessly he dragged the two men out of the bar.
He watched the man stroll back in, sharp red eyes taking a closer look at his appearance and stature. Not a bad view, Roland had to admit. And he knew how to charm a bartender, it would seem. Roland smirked, polishing off a glass before setting it off to the side.
"Depends on your budget, sir. You tell me what you want, and we can go from there."















