||[Sep. 24th, 2006|02:19 pm]
The Crack that Never Was
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.
"An' then it went... bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep and... 'sploded...I think." Larxene was still continuing her slurred conversation with no one in particular while seated on the floor "An' then I was alived again! Whaddya know...?" She stared cross-eyed into her empty mug before shaking her head again and attempting to get to her feet. She needed more beer.
Unfortunately for her, she failed miserably at her attempt, and fell right back down on her rear with a "Whoops!" and another round of giggling. She slumped over in a drunken stupor for a brief moment, not even looking up as Luxord bellowed his rage and began to charge angrily at Roxas. Unfortunately for Luxord, Larxene was sitting directly in his path, and with her legs splayed out on the floor she unintentionally tripped the Gambler as he ran past. She blinked and slowly raised her head, and then looked over at Luxord.
"......Ahehehehe! Not s'posed to fall! Silly goose..." With the help of her arms she unsteadily made her way upright, wavering one way and then the other. Once she managed to stand up without starting to fall, she decided to yell out with enthusiasm at her success.
"I like eggs!" She looked around to try and find a drink she could pilfer from someone. The bar was too far away and everything was all twisty-turny-wobbly-like. She spotted Roxas making a quick getaway from Marluxia, "rescuing" Namine and carrying her on his back. Larxene's eyes lit up, and she gave a dopey grin. "Ooooo! I wanna piggyback ride too!"
She leaped into the air and came crashing down on her butt right onto Luxord's back. "Luxxshyy! Gimme a ride!!" When the Gambler didn't move, she folded her arms and pouted, her antennae twitching. "Luxxshooordd! Giddyup!" She bounced up and down on his back several times, attempting to will him to move.
Roxas simply grinned as they made their merry hustle through the bar, oblivious to at least half of whatever logic Namine was trying to get across. Sadly, no matter how they were amplified, the boy probably wasn't going to be able to make any connections for a while.
"Well, there's all kind of stuff lying around, I don't see why we can't borrow-" he stalled midsentence as everything went black again. Heheh. That was happening a lot in this place... However, it wasn't enough to stop him from running, it seemed. He was deterred slightly at the roar of... Churchill...?
"Was that Luckshord? It shounded an awwwful lot like him... only angry... Lucksh doesn't ushally yell like-" BAM! And he, though by some miracle, actually made it to the exit of the bar, even when blinded. However, he didn't make it over gracefully... tripping over the raised threashold and all. Violently tripping foreward, feet spazzing, not really knowing what movements to make in order to stabilize the rest of his body again. Luckily, something was in his path to slow him down-rather, bring him to a sudden, forced hault. He rebounded several steps, but some drive in his drunken members somehow gave him the grace not to tumble backwards and onto his passenger. Now stopped, it finally dawned on him that walking around with blurred vision was better than none at all, and he reached up to peel one of Namine's hands off his face; come to think of it, it kind of hurt, her tenaciously gripping his skull and all... Once he did so, he saw what-better yet, who-he made the spectacularly smooth collision with was Axel. Blinking before flashing a grin, he sort of rocked back and forth, bobbing his head some.
"Hiiiii, Ackshul! I found Nami... And a hat!" he pointing back at Namine's oversized topper complete with plume, still aglow with the toothy smile, of course.