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Drunken Pirates! [Sep. 24th, 2006|02:19 pm]
The Crack that Never Was


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Demyx was simply in awe. How the calmest of the pubs in the dank port of Tortuga managed to become the most insane and inane of them all, he wasn't sure. The bard had hidden under the ledge of the counter where the bartender was serving up drinks, hoping his friends would not think him a complete wuss and disown him, but when the bartender plopped a large mug of rum into his hands, he didn't complain. Sure, technically he was underage, but seeing as Namine, Roxas, and even his squat little friend Pence were downing various beverages from their own assorted cups and bottles, Demyx figured it was safe enough to join in the "fun".

The rum washed down his throat, warming everything from the mouth down to his stomach with a sort of hazy heat. The Melodious Nocturne grinned, gulping more of the dark liquid and letting the intoxicating effects make him loose and tension free. What had he been worrying about anyway, this stuff was good! Chugging down the last of the mug, Demyx leaned over and tapped the bulky man behind the counter, asking for another bottle of the liquid drug. Rum was good! He wondered why he never had it before.

Taking another sip, water starting to condense on his forehead and running down the random spiky bangs. It was getting hot. Stripping off the black coat, revealing the black tank top and leather pants underneath, Sitting there in a lazy bliss, Demyx was getting bored. What could he do to liven up the place?

The water mage then noticed an unoccupied table in the middle of the tavern, and a single lamp chained from the ceiling, shining down like a spotlight. The music still played, from where he did not know, or really care. The alcohol made him giddy, and all inhibitions were gone. Leaping onto the table, bottle in hand, Demyx began to dance, swaying, and mouthing random lyrics to the music.

[User Picture]From: peepofdarkness
2006-09-25 09:14 am (UTC)
Something shrill, a treble yelp was released as he the blonde was pushed down face-to-floor (it was a good thing he was already on the floor when the beserker came crashing down). There was a stinging sensation, albeit dulled by his current buzzed state, but about the only reaction that happened was an involuntary wince and groan. He though he heard something about... the moon..? He wasn't really paying attention, just wondering why he was looking-or trying to-at the floor... it smelled funny. Abruptly, another bark sounded and his small frame tensed as the intoxicated Diviner got to his feet and stomped over Axel and himself off to some other part of the bar.

The whole trampling thing didn't actually arouse any sort of strife, the boy was just a little confused, because he couldn't quite seem to keep his focus long enough to see what in the world the blur or black and blue was wandering off toward... Soon, glazed eyes drifted up toward the candle-lit chandeliers-nonetoofancy for a bar like this, either. There was a brief pause set aside for a blank stare, then he snapped back to the closest thing he could come to reality upon being addressed by the redhead.

"... Socks....? ... Why would I run from my..." he had a quizickle expression, knitted brows and all, then it dropped to "Ooooooooh...." followed by coy chuckling. In spite of his arms trying to buckle as he attempted to push himself up from the odorous planks, he sloppily got to his feet through wobbling and gripping to a table like it supported his entire nonexistence. "Yeah, and Laaaarkzeeeen... she.... sup...shoe... shoopleeeckses... stuff..." he stumbled over the word, why he picked such a complicated action to try an pronounce instead of just "kills" would probably never be comprehended. As Axel began to make his swaying saunter for the exit, Roxas beamed. They were leaving!... He remembered wanting to do this!

"A'ight, but I have to go get Naaami first!" chimed the nobody, uncharacteristically... upbeat. Turning, he looked about, not taking notice that basically everyone outside their company in the bar had been beaten unconscious, oh no... It all looked the same, really... It was a lot easier to see Namine and Marluxia a few table-lengths away. Marlushy? ....Why was he there... being so.. pink..?

... Was it his flowers that made the floor stink..? ...

.... Pink and stink rhymed...?

Deep blue optics shifting left to right, his mind began to strategize oh-so-craftily... This would require much stealth.... You could almost hear the dramatic music fading in... Pulling his hood back over his head and drawing the pulls tight, so much that he couldn't really see too well again, he moved in.... Creeping with surprising-but superfluous, as without the swelling activity of all the previously attendees, he was in plain sight-agility, he slinked behind the tables, chairs and lax bodies toward the two. It might have just been effective under the right conditions, but in this instance it was just sort of... yeah. Regardless! He closed in swiftly, nimbly, executing his glorious plans of rescue before the terrifically pink assassin had chance to object (assuming he even would). Yes, the plot was profoundly brilliant, and dispatched with so skillfully, none could ever hope to surpass the stunt... Yes, he brazenly blitzed in, rushing Nami-tried his best not to manhandle too roughly, the boy did, though his judgment of what was rough and what wasn't was shot-and, through some blurred motion, had managed to start to run from Marluxia with the light female riding on his back. Booya. L337 n1nj4-ing FTW.

"We're gonna be pirates with Pensh and Akshul, Nami!" he chirped, slowly his pace for a few steps as they passed by a table of blacked-out drunks. Reaching over, he ganked a ridiculously-sized hat with an equally garish feather sprouting from it off one of them, handing it back toward Namine before starting off again.

"We have to find more... pirate-y clothes, tough.."
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