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Scoffing beneath her breath, Ezra placed her chin in her hand, gazing out the window. It wasn't very clear to hear that this was going to be a date until she had agreed, and, slowly, she was regretting it. She smiled roughly, batting an eye at Hans. "Well, I'm going to get fresh air for a moment. Like I have previously said, I tend to overthink, and I do believe something isn't right. Excuse me," Ezra sends a nod in his direction, exiting their booth, and walking out of the building for a moment. Gritting her teeth, she paced back and forth, her brows furrowed and her mind full of thoughts. Was the captain simply looking at her outer aspects? Did he even care about the meeting, let alone the taxes she was fighting against? Or was he simply looking for a date? Sighing, Ezra paused and looked at the sky. It wasn't too dark out, but it was dim enough for the stars to shimmer ever so slightly. Leaning against the wall, Ezra tapped her foot and watched the stars, debating her next move.

Hans facepalmed realizing that he had gotten too cocky he ordered a beer and waited hoping that she would come back Inside so that he could possibly get another shot...

Shivering as a frosty breeze lingered, Ezra straightened her posture, kicking a small stone as she reentered the building. She immediately sent a glare to her heeled boots, wishing she hadn't wore them. Putting a bright smile on her face despite the ache of her head and feet, she returned to her seat. "Apologies, Hans," The red-head chuckled. "I didn't anticipate so many people in such a small space." The woman sent a glimpse around the area. "I suppose I just had to calm down. Do I sound strange?" She looked back at Hans with furrowed brows and an anxious grin. "Of course, I'm not saying that the place is unpleasant, just a little..packed.."

“Yeah sorry... didn’t expect it to be so crowded... I also want to apologize if I was moving to quickly for you..” hans scratched the back of his head

She swayed a hand, slightly embarrassed. "No, no- It's fine! Don't worry about it," She chuckled quietly. "I'm.. not used to hearing such things that are meant for me, and I suppose it caught me off guard." Quickly, she narrowed her eyes. "Which won't happen often."

“Right then” Hans winked at her and handed her a menu “pick your poison...”

Picking up the menu, she blinked and attempted to hide her face behind the pages. Ezra shut her eyes tightly, muttering something beneath her breath in the language of her hometown. "A Thiarna déan trocaire-" Or, rather, 'Lord , have mercy' in English. Perking up again, Ezra slowly closed the menu and set it on the table. "Anything is fine with me, I suppose."

Hans smirked “well then...” hans pulled a flask that had the word jäger written on the side and handed it to her “this is some of Germany’s strongest alcohol... we know a thing or 2 when it comes to that kinda stuff...”

Raising an eyebrow at the bottle, Ezra took it from him with a challenging smile. She struggled to open the alcohol's top, but she eventually got it to pop open while being startled to the slightest. Cautiously raising it to her nose and giving it a small whiff, she recoiled and snorted for an excuse of a laugh. "Is it safe to drink, Hans? Or will I go spinning like a fish on the harbor?"

Hans laughed “c’mon don’t be a lightweight! It’s safe to drink but if you’re a lightweight just a shot might get ya goin so be careful...”

"I swear, Hans, if I go insane from just drinking a sip of this, I'm coming for you," The red-headed woman half-joked, half-threatened with a smirk. Praying silently, she briskly lifted the bottle of unfamiliar alcohol to her lips, taking a small sip. Shutting her eyes and setting the bottle on the table between the two, Ezra flinched at the sour taste. "Are you positive that is completely safe?" She grinned while sticking out her tongue. It was strong, considering she was one to rarely drink in the first place.

“Yeah it’s safe but like I said it’s extremely strong so just be careful you don’t overdo it” hans winked at her and then pulled out his own flask of jäger and chugged the whole thing down in a few seconds “see? I’m fine! It just takes years of drinking it to get a higher tolerance...”

"Do you enjoy the drink, or is it simply something to pass time with?" She queried, sending a gander at the strange, strong, yet admirable alcohol. Of course, Ezra could easily get drunk, and another sip of.. that would do it. And, if the red-head were to be drunk at any moment, it would usually end with her yelling or shouting or giggling about whatever. But, why should she worry? It was tempting to have another shot of it, seeing as she hadn't had alcohol in quite some time, but she didn't make any movements for it. She did not want to embarrass herself here, of all places.

“I love it! Back home in Germany drinking is practically a sport and people who can brew and have high tolerance are treated like kings..” Hans laughed “here take another sip” Hans edged the flask towards Ezra “and then I can teach you one of our old drinking songs!”

"If only it were that easy to become a King of any sorts," Ezra chuckled, slowly taking the flask from the captain. If it were a small, tiny sip, it couldn't hurt her.. right? Drawing a sharp breath, she quickly took another drink, once again wincing at its taste as she returned the flask to Hans. Her vision blurred to the slightest- more than usual- and she could already feel the giddy building up. Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to have another shot..

“Heh I guess your not a light weight after all... here let me teach you a drinking song..” hans would sing this song to her: https://youtu.be/3uOc68SAh3Y

Snorting, Ezra rose an eyebrow and leaned back in her seat, folding her arms. "I am not singing," She laughed quietly, "but you-" The red-head raised a finger and pointed to him. "-may continue, if you wish. How feared will you become when caught drunk and singing?"

(( the video is funny asf lol )) “is that a challenge?” Hans pulled out his gold plated luger pistol and set it on the table “that is what’ll keep me where I am... besides I don’t want to be feared here it’s bad for business I can relax here and be feared somewhere else...”

"Maybe it is," The red-headed woman smirked, her gaze drifting to the pistol. "I don't see why you don't wish to be feared in every location, relaxing or not. Wouldn't you want to keep your reputation..?"

(( 'Twas Indeed xD ))

Hans smirked “I need to keep a positive reputation in some places and a reputation as a force of terror in others..” Hans chugged down the rest of the beer in his mug “so c’mon finish your flask! You only had 2 little sips!”