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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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[User Picture]From: aceinthepocket
2006-09-28 08:51 am (UTC)
Luxord's boot caught on Larxene's calf, and he lost his balance in the most graceful tumble mankind had ever seen. He crashed to the floor face first, lamenting the unconveniently placed femnazi in his path. He planted his hands on the ground, intending to push himself up and rage at the woman for her carelessness, when the said obstacle suddenly jumped on his back as if she believed him generous enough to give her the desired piggy back ride.

Was Larxene bonkers!? Oh he wouldn't stand for that kind of treatment.

When he finally got to his feet, Larxene was already latched onto him like a leech and he reached to his right trying to grab a hold of her. He raised an eyebrow when that failed. Then he tried with his other hand, growling when it was indeed too short to reach around his other side. In a fit of rage, he spun in such rapid circles trying to get Larxene off his back that cards and smaller die were tumbling out of his pockets and hazardly littering the floor.

"OFF WOMAN!" he cried, still turning madly to try and catch hold of her(though it didn;t occur to him that as he spun, so did Larxene), "Churchill give piggyback rides!? BOLLOCKS!"
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[User Picture]From: peepofdarkness
2006-09-28 08:59 am (UTC)
(Bollocks is right. XD)
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