Late, Late Tavern: Round Two
On a lower deck, a tanned, defined man and a daunting, reptilian teen stepped into a liquor-scented restaurant. And they were instantly flagged down by a man in a food-stained bathrobe.
"Perfect timing! The first round's about to be served. Oh, where's the one-of-a-kind, one-eyed boss?"
Baloo sheepishly rubbed the indigo scales on the back of his neck. "He's busy watching our other boss. That's why Bro Ree can join us today."
"Well, one more is better than none." The old man combed his fingers through the messy mane of long, up-standing grey hair. He picked some crumbs out of his intermingled beard as well.
"So, you're archer brother I heard so much about. What's it like out here in the big, bad universe?"
While Baloo sat to the left of the lively old man, LaRee sat on the man's right.