Here be adventure || O; intro!

[bubblegum]

DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
    but the clouds are clearing up
        and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
                                              like a bastard on the burning sea.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.

Goldie formerly had been a pretty popular sight in the tavern, in her days of leadership. More often than not, she didn't drink much, not that she had ever been seen more than a little tipsy by her crewmates anyway. She did come from a long line of heavyweight drinkers, after all, and she knew how to handle herself responsibly. Ever since her concussion though, the story has been different. She'd at first felt very overwhelmed by the crowd the tavern brought, headaches plaguing her and dizziness swirling around her due to the noise. The feline had simply avoided it altogether, not wishing to cause anymore trouble, or deal with anymore on her end, for that matter. The female still didn't visit very frequently, but she at least could handle, for the most part, the movement around the tavern even on a busy night. She didn't go to drink still, though, as she's been hesitant about the idea of alcohol ever since waking up. Her mind was still already fragmented as it was, the last thing she needed was to affect it in some other negative way.

However, as her duties as a healer, it was important she introduced herself to the idea of mixing drinks once more, along with get more integrated back into the Typhoon as a whole due to her absence. So, this is why she finds herself within the building tonight, pawsteps quiet as she maneuvers herself around the drinking pirates. It wasn't a great start to socialization, to avoid joining any already formed crowds, but she'd rather not deal with any drunkards if she could help it. Perhaps not the best place to do that, but she knew that she wouldn't be the only one in here only looking for a conversation rather than a drink. Though she wouldn't mind the idea of the relief it's supposed to bring.

The caracal spots Alex, and then a stranger beside him. She decides that this would be a good enough opportunity to join conversation as any, and makes her way next to her adoptive sibling, expression neutral, though her eyes slightly nervous. "Oi, I hope you two weren' havin' a private conversation." The female would greet with first, offering a nod to both of them. It didn't seem as if they were though, so she'd allow herself to continue. "Mmm, I think I prefer apple juice m'self. Or smoothies; I hear you can get some good ones here." She'd state casually in response to Mika's former comment.