Pleased eyes traced over Marco as the pirate danced through stripping and motions of pouring a drink. Damn, if only he were a bit more buzzed. "Ya can always just take off another piece of clothing to make up for the umbrella, ya know. Or were you expecting me to strip now?" He smirked into his glass, not serious in the least. The drink itself was just what he needed. More rum than fruit. He could feel it burn it's way down and damn did it feel good.

"I like both my drinks and guys tropical... sometimes even a little salty." A sips some of the goodness before chuckling at the tab bit. "Ya? If I'm paying, why don't you fix yourself something too. You wouldn't leave a puppy to drink all by his lonesome, would you?"