Porositys eyes lock right on with Captains. His head cock to a slight angle, as he begins to wonder where bubble beard had begun this conversation. Now at full attention, came the question

You say a frige!
Mini frige!
When the password is Pirate?!.

Porositys eyes quivered in confusement.

Where might this be pal?

Porosity drinks from his glass, as in inquiers about the where-abouts of this fridge.

BubbleBeard grins and takes another swig from his flask, puffing on his almost-out cigar. Snubbing it out in an ashtray sitting on the bar, he stands up and stretches his legs, cracking his neck to release some pressure. It had been quite a genius idea he thought, hiding a mini-fridge in the workings of every bed in his hotel. If anyone cared enough to break the code, they'd be treated to a few free bottles of rum and vodka.

"Yarrr, there be a fridge built into the woodwork of every bed in this hotel, I'm surprised nobody's noticed yet! Alas though, I suppose most people not be as observant as a pirate be!"

"Oh my that's the craziest thing I have ever heard! I love it, my own bed at home has a bartender always in it, but she dosen't come fully stocked ya see"

Porosity takes a deep breath, and washes down a shot.

"I love it here, it may just be my new home away from home"

Kriminal walks in bumping into porosity, a friend to his father.

Porosity, mind downing another shot with me?  It's on me buddy.