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Demolished Dates And Amorous Altercations

Cassian walked away from his ship, swaying slightly from the booze already in his system. It was, finally, the end of a long period of sailing his ship, the Silent Mary, all the way from Spain, to the docks of a little town in the South of England. He and his crew had taken months to get here, and he thought that he more than deserved a nice cold drink and some female company after such a long trip. He strolled the docks, looking for the nearest bar. When he saw a man throwing up in the water, he assumed that the bar probably wasn't too far away anymore. 

He was right. After a few more minutes walking, he saw three men standing outside of a little place, all with a big jug of beer in their hands. There was a big sign hanging right above the door of the bar, which read 'The Tipsy Sailor'. Cassian smirked and pushed the door open. The smell of alcohol and sweat hung thick in the air. He crinckled his nose. Even though it was a scent he knew only too well, he forgot how much bars smelled... He was so used of the smell of the fresh ocean breeze, that he had to get used to this smell all over again. He looked around and saw that the place was pretty packed. A lot of sailors were huddled around a piano, singing old sailor songs. There was a women lying on the piano, too, who seemed to really enjoy the attention she was getting. At the bar were a few people talking; a man was standing right next to a red haired women, whispering things in her ear, another man was lying face down on the bar, seeming to have passed out from the booze. Cassian grinned and walked over to the bar himself. He gave the drunken man a nudge in the ribs, which evoked a nasty cry from him. Cassian sniggered. How pathetic. While Cassian waited for his drink, he turned around and leaned against the bar to look around once more. He had not seen any female presence that had really caught his eye. Not that it mattered that much, though. He would settle for almost anything right now. Spending months on end with only men on a ship, wasn't particularly great for your "love"-life. 

He grabbed his beer and took a big sip. A little, stout man moved away from in front of him, to join the singing at the piano. He had been standing on the table in front of him, directly blocking Cass' sight. Now that the man had moved, however, Cassian noticed a woman sitting at a little table in the far corner of the bar. It was a beautiful, young, blonde woman. She was talking to a male figure, and looked to be enjoying herself. Cassian raised an eyebrow. How was it that the only good-looking female in this bar seemed to be taken by such a good-for-nothing kind of guy? Cassian rolled his eyes and made his way over there.