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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: snackbarsniper
2006-09-27 01:31 am (UTC)
Xigbar was in mid toast with Luxord when his companion rushed off to go bitch at Roxas. He shrugged and downed his drink without a problem. He was about to call at Luxord to get his "sorry gambling-ass back here" when another drink was plopped down infront of the sniper. The liquid sloshed over the sides beautifully like a dark gold elixir of life. If Xigbar were a weaker man, he would have teared up at the beauty of it. Instead, he cheered to the loud bar and took another swig.

He rapped his knuckles on the wood of the bar and yelled "Barkeep! I'm no where NEAR as drunk as I should be!" The only bad thing about drinking since he was a young somebody was that after a while, it got much harder to get smashed.

As he waited, he spun around on his stool and crossed his legs underneath himself, giving him the air of a child in glee. He watched with a grin as the organization completely took over that bar and claimed it as its own.

Another drink was sat down infront of him again. Xigbar claimed it and yelled, "SCORE!"

As he was drinking it down, he yelled to the haggard man, "Ya know what? Just keep them comin!" With a cackle, he downed two of the drinks at once.

"Shtill ain't ash drunk ash I need to be!"
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