Dutch stands behind the dark mahogeny bar carefully rolling up the sleeves of his pinstripe shirt. His now exposed forearms are covered in tattoo's, each one has its own occasion and memory, almost like a scrapbook of living flesh.
He snaps his sleeve garters in place and turns to The Ambassador. "What do you think 'Bas? Pinstripes' supposed to make you look thinner." The silver haired ape almost as big as Dutch, simply put his hands on Dutch's shoulders, gave him a kiss then starting laughing.
"I'll remember that next time you want an Admiral mixing!" He looked down at his expansive waistline "Hes got a point, I'll have to cut down."
The Ambassador hung upside down from the bar nodding his head rapidly "You'd don't have to agree, bah who asked you anyway." The ape clapped at him few times, swung over to the drinks and begin pouring himself some rum. "Get me a brandy while your at it and no putting your tongue in the glass!"
