Cuba, still male and still Alfred, wakes up naked and hungover in a bar bathroom next to a drooling Scotland and is not only vaguely
reminded of his pirate days, and in big trouble. He groans, cursing in Spanish.
frowns and mutters something about hash browns in his sleep
manages to sit up, cursing. He shoves at Scotland. "Oi, wake up you damn Scotsman!"
jolts away 'Who, wha', where?' He blinks a bit and then focuses on 'Al'... 'Yank?'
glares at him. "I'm Cuba, damnit!"
Scotland
thinks
about it a little.... 'ooo Aye.... *grins* How ya feeling?'
continues to glare at him. "Shut up! That--That wasn't supposed to happen!"
'Ya should of said so last night then, mate....'
continues to glare at him. "I-I was drunk!"
shrugs his shoulders. 'So was I mate'