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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: notansem
2006-09-25 12:57 pm (UTC)
"I knew you were a moron but you must be seriously brain damaged if you think I'd join you for food!"

That's what Riku had wanted to say, but when food is placed in front of a hungry boy.. well sometimes those feral urges take over. He was staring at the food, wondering what was the best way to get it without actually having to commit himself to anything he'd later regret.

Maybe his hunger had starved his brain of oxygen, or maybe the stench of alcohol in the air had somehow seeped in and saturated his blood, as his perfect plan was to lie to Xemnas, take the food, and leave. Why couldn't he? It's not like the feeling was in his heart, how could it be harmful? The only thing he could imagine happening is pissing Xemnas off, and that Riku could always go for.

"Sure, yeah," he said, amazed he had even been able to say it. His hatred for Xemnas was so strong, he probably would starve if he knew it would kill Xemnas. But things don't work like that, and the food looked so good..
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