The pirate was in need of distraction, and always, he turned to alcohol. It wasn't easy for a man like him to get properly thrashed but he still tried on occasion. He had to stomach enough of the stuff to get downright ill considering the tolerance he'd acquired in three hundred years, but he was not the sort to let that stop him. He was dedicated. He could have easily gotten smashed at his house -- he had enough alcohol around to fill a swimming pool -- but Regina hadn't bothered to show, and he didn't intend to spend his entire night waiting around for Her Highness. She may be a Queen in the Enchanted Forest, but certainly not here. And she had never been his Queen, anyway. He was a pirate, he did not bow to any royal hand unless they were holding something he wanted.
So he'd ventured out to the local pub. Sometimes it was nice to be around people, even if he failed to integrate with them on most nights. Often times he would hit on the girls, but he wasn't even interested in that at present. The only lady calling his name was the lady of drunkenness, and he hoped to see her shortly.
He spotted Danny and Steve quickly. He was an alert sort, he had to be to have survived as long as he had in Neverland. He recognized them from the Poker Game -- one was even the father of the girl, Grace. He hoped that Tesla had neglected to mention his small donation to the girl to Danny or he might have some fists flying at his face shortly. That was hardly how he wanted his evening to go. Killian refused to believe that any man would appreciate the gesture, even if he had made it in surprisingly good faith. Thank the gods above he had no children, but if he had, he would sock the lights out of any man who seemed to have improper interests in his girl, especially one as young as wee Grace. Killian was suspicious, even he knew that. He wouldn't blame the man for being wary, especially considering how openly protective he was.
The pirate considered trying to go unnoticed and slipping out, but for some reason he stayed. He wasn't sure why. Maybe he did want to get socked, a fight would be mildly distracting, wouldn't it? Or maybe he was too attached to his drink. Scotch, which was a new one for him, though he had a line of drinks yet to try that a daring girl in the corner had sent over.
"You boys still have money left after that game?" Tsked the pirate, knocking back some of his drink. It was not intended to be a cutting jibe, though who knew, they might take it that way. The pirate had won but he'd been surprisingly graceful about it. After all, three hundred years was a long time to get good at something. Maybe it was cheating for him to play against people so much younger.