Not Egg-sactly to plan (open)

"Good t'know," Finn chuckled leaning in to the friendly hug around his neck as he draped his own arm around Kendry's shoulder now that he knew he wasn't invading personal space by doing so, it was more of an 'at your own risk' matter, and Ken was speaking to an avid risk taker. He'd never let fear of getting a little hurt stop him from doing something before, and he certainly wasn't about to start the habit now.
"Agh," Finn scoffed, clearly not the least bit concerned with the idea of getting a sobering little shock. He had a feeling, even if he couldn't control a 'zap', Finn trusted him enough to be certain he wasn't at risk of being electrocuted to death.
Even if he was- every move one made in this world could bring death down upon you. If he was dying from anything, he was gonna go down with a smile on his face.
"I certainly do," the unspoken 'consider us friends' seemed unneeded now, his fingers threading through the dark strands of Kendry's hair to give it a teasing ruffle.

    The laugh that escaped his newfound companion had the Pirate pulled around a bit by Kendry's erratic movements, eliciting mirth on Finn's own behalf at how light-hearted the atmosphere had become.
He could even feel Lavinia smiling, despite her avid attempt to not look up from her work, pretending like she didn't see, nor care, what the two boys were on about.
She was amused, none-the-less.
Most passed by her tavern and saw a 'den of liars and thieves', but those folks didn't know what she actually tried to provide here. Home, refuge and camaraderie for the outcast and downtrodden.
She loved her job.

    Finn took another long swig of his drink, he'd lost count of how many they'd downed between the two of them now, but something told him it had to be a hefty amount as he staggered a bit getting to his feet, his arm still slung loosely over Kendry's shoulder as he teetered into the guy, briefly, before righting himself and raised his mug high as if to 'call to the room as a whole'.
"Weigh-hay and up she rises," he began, his voice sloshed, but despite the slurs it wasn't an altogether unpleasant sound as the eyes of the men started perking up in response to the familiar shanty, just about every Pirate he'd ever met knew all too well.
^{"Weigh-hay up she rises
Weigh-hay uup she rises
Earl-I in the mornin'!"}
The Pirate Captain very clearly sloshed by this point, but it didn't take that long for the room to start to join in. Clearly, it wasn't unusual or out of place for one to get snoggered and begin belting out the lines to an old favorite Pirate shanty and the whole room felt compelled to join in, as if there was an unwritten Pirate code that when one sang the songs of their kind, they all had to join in too.
The whole tavern brimming with the deep and boisterous voices of the seafaring men as Finn clung to Kendry's shoulder, his mug of ale sloshing over the sides with his rhythmic swaying motions.
^{"What willya do with a drunken sailor?
What willya do with a drunken sailor?
What willya do with a drunken sailor?
Earl-I in the mornin'?"}
After that line left his lips he burst into a gleeful fit of laughs, clearly no longer required by the room to carry the tune that would only stop once it had played its course, now that Finn had put it in motion.
"Neptune's mercy- I do love Pirates, sometimes," still laughing to himself as he flashed his new friend a bright, toothy grin.
Pirates could be absolute arse-hats when they wanted to be, but where else could you get a whole room of burly men to burst into a chorus of song so simply?
He absolutely loved it.