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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: peepofdarkness
2006-09-28 06:46 am (UTC)
All sorts of words were flying around. Most of them seemed happy, Axel saying something positive, or at least he thought it sounded like it was by his tone. Honestly, some unchained series of melody fragments was taking up most of his attention as he tried to structure them into something even sligtly resembling harmonious. Really, he wasn't accomplishing the task in the least, but he continued hyperly bob his head like he had a fluent mental beat going. That little spurt of unperturbed mirth was shut down like a reject candy flavor on the factory line as he turned to see that scary guy with the frighteningly huge sword (though he didn't see it now?.. But he wasn't seeing all that clearly at that moment?) flying toward them shouting something about clouds while looking at him really angrily... He couldn't make sense why he was flying with only one wing, and still had no idea as to who he was, but he was certain he was not happy with him.

For whatever reason, a flash of the Starbucks from earlier that day surfaced from the back of his liquified mind, and he remembered how he never got his icecream. Sorrow.... And then he looked back up at the barreling one-winged beast hurtling himself at them, wide-eyed, clearly surprised, but full-on terror was taking its time to take hold, what with the thought of icecream butting its way into his thoughts and all.

"Ho-no-" he started, and then.... watched Axel close the door... And just like that there was no more evil, perturbed bishi yelling about the weather and murderously glaring at him! It was like pure magic... The smallest wince was made at the thud, but after that, it was like nothing ever happened, so he went back to head-bobbing and turned to his newly-established "crew." Their captain's comment about Namine and the whole gender issue took a second to lay itself out in a way the blonde could grasp, but he did get it in the end, and that's what counted. Once this hill had been scrambled over, his eyebrows knitted together and he frowned. Was Pence saying all that amazing ninja-ing was for naught?! It could have been! Besides.. Namine was a very significant asset to their crew!

"But she's carrying my hat, caaaap'n!" he drawed out, taking a few steps toward the plesantly plump one, leaning in and giving a horribly irresistable begging puppy face. "An' I don' think Omlette would like what yur... implyin' about her bein' a giiirl.... I think.." he leaned back, as though to make sure he even understood Pence correctly... Yeah, he was pretty sure he was belittling her capabilities to keep up to par with the males of the crew, though he wouldn't likely use such words right then....
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