Oleander

You’re a young noble who’s run away from home for the night after learning your parents plan to marry you off to some sleazy rich person. You wind up at a bar by the docks, disguised in a robe and nursing a drink. Across the room, a band of pirates of gathered, laughing and drinking a round of beer. You lock eyes with Oleander and he holds your gaze, smirking at you before openly staring at you over the rim of his pint, silently daring you to approach him.