"I could do a lot more than you think if I had a hook for a hand!" she told him in protest, "I could put fruit on it and have a snack for when I'm on the go." she pointed a finger at him, "Thats it, you're getting rum next time." she told him with a grin. "Besides, everyone needs to get their liver some attention." she told him. "Even sticks in the mud." she laughed and tossed the towel back on the bar top. 

Rae turned her attention back to Rossi and smiled, "Darling, all of my drinks are free." she told him as she grabbed the bottle and topped off his glass. She pulled another tumbler from the shelf and added some for herself as well, "But I am happy to have a drink with you." She told him as she set the bottle down on the bar top. "What brings you to these parts, anyhow?" She asked him. 

Tempted to crack a joke on how 'Oh, I didn't know you consumed anything other than alcohol," Nixe restrained himself. Though, if one were to take one look at his face, it was obviously the youngster was holding something privately bemusing on the tip of his tongue. "I'm fine with my tea, and coffee, and uh... milkshakes, Miss Fae," said the brunette. From his pedestal, he watched Rossi as he flirted with their vivacious bartender, a cheeky grin settled down on his soft features.

She turned around and fiddled with a few things on the counter before turning back around and setting a paper pirate hat on Rossi 's head. "Taaa daaah!" she said before doing jazz hands. "Free pirate hats for the cool people." She chuckled and picked up her drink. "Ah, I know ow that goes." she told him as she tipped her glass towards him, "But sometimes life puts you exactly where you need to be when you need it. Even if you don't know it." She told him with a wink. 

"Oi!" Rae said as she saw the look on Nixe 's face. "Don't think I can't see you over there, Mister!" she said before she quickly grabbed another pirate hat and with a few quick steps had placed it on the serious mans head. "Why did the pirate need to wear an eyepatch?" She asked Nixe with a grin, "Because he wasn't used to his hook yet." she told him before glancing back at Rossi, "Wanna come join us, Nixe?" She asked before slowly walking back to the man and the drink she had left stranded."

Opening his mouth as if to deny her statement, Nixe was interrupted by the fact she placed a hat - a swabbies cap, on his head. "You need to work on your pirate puns," the brunette argued. Taking the invitation, he hopped a few canoe seats until he was one away from Rossi, and where he had been conversing with their Neverlandian Bartender.

"Bothering me." she said dryly as she picked her drink back up. "He doesn't appreciate my puns, he doesn't drink." She sighed and took a sip, "Not entirely sure why we've even let him in the doors, to be honest." she told Rossi with a sly smile. "Perhaps we should make him walk the plank." she said as her eyes travelled up to the board that hung out over the floor. "Although, I don't really need to get in trouble for him breaking a leg." She sighed, "Perhaps another day. " she said regretfully. 

Nixe tipped his glass at RayIn, "Her, pretty much. I fly down here a few times a week to visit." Sighing, he plastered a pleasant smile on his face, before reaching out with his hand, with the clear expectations that it would be shaken. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Rossi."

This time of the month was proving to be too cold for Ilammo. He was never a fan of the cold as he was brought up in the sunny jungles of the Amazon before making his way back to the states. He rubs his hand together, hoping to create some warmth for his hand but it proves to be of little effect. 

"I'm gonna freeze if I don't get indoors". It was then he saw the sign.

Neverland Bar. Without any hesitation, he entered the premises. He was amazed at the decor that presented to him. It was just like home! He always had an affinity to the jungle, and this bar has definitely make him feel at ease. He went to the bar and ordered a glass of milk and sat on the stool. 

"My my, isn't that Nixe and that pretty lady back in the Merryhause! Something has to be going on between these two," Ilammo mumbled to himself. The bartender placed Ilammo's glass of milk on top of a coaster and left with a puzzled look on his face. 

It had been a long time since Trevor had been on these shores and much had changed since his last adventure here. But of all the things that were different he was glad to see something friendly and familiar, the Neverland Bar and it's owner would always have a special place in his heart.

He bound in with a huge grin on his face, glad to escape the cold of the outside and sat at the bar.

"Well fancy seeing you here, stranger."

Directed squarely at Rayln.

"Looking good as always."

He didn't blink an eye, this was a compliment meant to be heard.

She chuckled and pulled down a bottle of vodka, "Good lord, I don't think my insurance on this building is going to cover the damage between you and Zeb." she said as she passed the bottle over and looked at the old man passed out on the bar using his lump of moss that he'd tried to pay with as a pillow. "What the hell are you doing here?" She asked him as she reached for a glass for the strange little ginger. 

He took the bottle of vodka with a smile, no one knew him better.

"Thought I'd see if my favourite person was still around, looks like I got lucky! Will you join me for a drink?"

He kept his voice low so as not to wake the sleeping drunkard, he looked like maybe he could have been a homeless but it was unlikely if he could afford to drink here.

"For old times sake and to the future. Both at once."

She shook her head and lifted the glass of bourbon she still had, "Perhaps once this is gone." she told him with a smile, "Although mixing drinks tends to lead to achy heads and then perhaps even throwing up in the bed." She told him, "And I really, really, do not feel like dealing with that in the morning." 

"I can assure you that has NEVER happened to me but I suppose there are weak souls out there who shouldn't really drink."

He was disappointed but a the same time he understood what she meant, no one wanted to wake up to that.

"Well you can still drink with me even if we don't drink the same thing. Vodka for me. Bourbon for you."

He poured a glass and held it up for a toast.

"It's mah birthday ya know?"

She raised her eyebrows in surprise as she lifted her glass, "Holy shit, really? You must be what, 40 by now, right?" She asked him with a straight face. She took a sip of her drink, "But you know what they say, "Three, Four, Three, Four, Three, Four, and I was talking to the elephant." she grinned. 

"You were talking to the Elephant? Well, I thought you were talking to the door."

He took a sip of vodka, he'd mellowed in his old age, there was a time he'd have drunk straight from the bottle. There was still time tonight if he could go the distance and pace himself.

"I'm not a day older than 34." The truth of it stung, where had all the years gone? He just didn't know. "You're still looking good, in fact you don't look as if you've aged at all." And it was true that Rayln always looked her best even when she felt at her worst. "What's the secret?"

She chuckled, "I haven't talked to the door in forever. Should probably catch up and see how its doing. Don't want it feeling neglected." She told him as she looked towards the front door. "Hate to be," she paused for a moment, holding back a grin, "Shut out of its life." she manage before bursting into giggles. Once she calmed down she shrugged a shoulder, "I bathe in the blood of midgets who cut hair off the barbies." she told him.