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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: berserker_elf
2006-09-27 09:56 am (UTC)
Sai'X paused in his random hopping twittering around DemyX's table when he heard Luxord's might battle cry. He frowned, his clouded mind forgetting the musician entirely in favor of directing his swaying body back toward the bar.

"Lushhoord?" He blinked at Xigbar and then lightly poked the sniper on the forehead. "Heeey Shiggy!! You haven seen my keetty haffs you?" At that point he noticed Luxord's forgotten mug and happily claimed it for himself, taking a long swig before slamming the mug back down so the contents sloshed onto the counter. "Rummys goot Shiggy! Oooh lookie is Loona!"

The drunken Diviner stumbled across the bar, swaying dangerously close to Larxene and the prone Luxord as he passed until he reached the table where Xemnas was dancing. With some difficulty he managed to clamber up, despite his skirt catching his boots a few times, and he quickly waggled a finger in his superior's face.

"Loona!! Who are you doins on here? You's flirternizing wiff the anemonies arens you?! You nough..noddy...bad keetty! 'Sides I kins shings bessermore than yous." He waved his arm dramatically, nearly smacking Xemnas' head as he turned to face the mostly unconscious bar and began swaying his body while belting out the lyrics.

"I feel yous creepn' I kin shee yous from my shadow. Wanna jump up in my Lambsorgeini Gallarlo. Mayze go to my plash an jus keek it like taisbo. Ans poshibly bend you over look bahg....and watch me smack dat all onsa floo.. smack dat geeve me shome moor..smack dat till you get sore..smack dat..oOoOoh."

Turning, he put an arm around Xemnas and bumped against the superior with his hip. "Shiiing Loona!"

"Smack dat all onsa floo.. smack dat geeve me shome moor..smack dat till you get sore..smack dat..oOoOoh."
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