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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.
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From: onecalledbishi
2006-09-27 08:21 pm (UTC)
The silver-haired warrior that had started all of this madness stood leaning on his long sword, another bottle clenched in his hand. Behind him a number of men lay unconscious on the floor, pummeled during the fight by the mad bishie. All this, and he still hadn't found Cloud. That bastard.

He wandered slowly closer to the other beings in black coats, who had quickly gotten just as drunk as he, and many proceeded to jump on top of something and cause a ruckus. As Demyx, Xemnas, and Saix began to sing their lungs out, Sephiroth brightened up, and he swung his sword in a dangerous arc. "Hey!" But the sword slipped from his fingers and went spinning across the bar like a...flying sword of death, threatening to behead anyone who was tall enough to get caught in its path. He glanced at his empty hand, but then just shrugged, not really caring where his sword had gone.

"I c'n shing toooo!" He lifted into the air with the help of his wings and fluttered rather drunkenly on top of another table, wavering a bit before steadying himself. Good thing he had his bangs to help balance himself. "Iii'm shiiingiiing! Bellsh, frogses, bing cherriess, jingle bellsh, magic cheeshe!!!" He wasn't really singing as much as shouting at the top of his very lungs, threatening to drown out everything else in the bar. "Bellsh, frogses, bing cherriesss, jingle bellsh, magic cheeshe, SEPHIROTH!!!" After that resounding chorus he bent down briefly to acknowledge those nearby in a loud whisper. "Thasss meee!" And then straightened up again and continued his song.

"SEPHIROTHSS!!" Or at least, started to, until a flash of color caught his drunken eye, and he whirled around in a flash. He glanced around before his gaze settled on the very unlucky 13th member, Roxas, who had just met up with Axel again with Namine perched on his back. His eyes narrowed to slits, and his fists trembled before he jabbed a finger at the keyblader. It was HIM!

"Cloooud!!" His hand made to grab for his sword, but it was nowhere to be found, which was probably lucky for Roxas. He groped at the air for a a few seconds before giving up. He didn't need a sword to take down Cloud! And with that he launched himself from the table, flying swiftly across the bar overhead and headed straight for Roxas.
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