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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: doujinwave
2006-09-26 11:31 pm (UTC)
Namine pouted at Marluxia's chastising. She was perfectly aware that Roxas had never drunk before. He certainly didn't seem the type to abuse alcohol and Axel would never have let the others (that is, the Organization) talk him into drinking in the first place. She'd just panicked a little and before she knew it... both Roxas and Axel were yelling about crewmates and stealing pirate gear.

"Good," Namine said, still not moving out from her hiding spot behind the table. "And how come you were looking around in my roo-"

Her words abruptly cut into a squeal of surprise when Roxas flew by and stole her away from her short-lived (and surprisingly civil) conversation Marluxia. She certainly was glad that Roxas was rushing to her rescue, but rescues typically didn't include whisking her away so quick (roughly) that her head started to spin. When she finally recovered from the shock, she was on Roxas's back clutching for dear life as the two sped out of the bar. The next thing she knew, a feathered hat was plopped onto her head.

"Pirates? But... we... we don't even have ships, or swords," she said, trying to convince Roxas they were ill equipped to even think about being pirates. "And where would we even get clothes?" A flying mug flew past their heads (though Roxas seemed oblivious), crashing against a pillar and shattering. Namine clutched at his head in reflex unknowingly covering his eyes in the process.
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