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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: belladonna12
2006-09-25 09:42 am (UTC)
Marluxia sighed, noticing that the Superior was finally off of his drunk. No hangover either, lucky man. Marluxia had started rinking at about 13, and quit at 17. He hadn't liked who he'd become when he was snockered, and it only dulled his reflexes. Demyx was providing some amusement, then Saix's drink clouded mind took some unlikely turns. Sailor Moon? Who in the name of the God of Sorrows let Saix watch anime? Marluxia simply let the implied slight slip, though if Saix went for any more rum, Marluxia might doctor it with something herbal.

About then, Roxas pulled off a spetacularly amusing, but slightly annoying rescue of Namine. Not that she needed rescuing from Marluxia, the Nobody was about ready to resign from the Organization in complete disgust. The waitress tried to offer him rum again, saying that the only pirate still standing had declared a round of drinks on him for all people in black coats. Marluxia declined again, watching the scene between Riku and the Superior. Xemnas was off his nut if he thought Anti-Darkness Boy was going to work for him. A small imp in the back of his mind suggested joining in and urging the boy to tell Xemnas where to shove it, but he kept quiet. No need to spoil the fun.
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