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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: noneed4hairgel
2006-10-05 03:28 am (UTC)
"I'm drunk? Drunk, like drink? No Riku, no drinking going on here. Just eating this bread-roll thing. Which smelled funny, but is kinda good now. Mushy and smelly, maybe? But not liquid, no. Why can't you get drunk? You're not 21 yet but um, whos saying ya gotta be 21 anyways? Is there like some, thing that you take, when you're 21 that allows you to get drunk? Like a pill? Oh no! Riku, don't do drugs! They are... uh bad. Yeah bad, and you shouldn't do them. Otherwise, stuff happens. Something. Yeah. . . . Riku? I think I might be drunk."

Still, Sora was confused. He hadn't drank anything, right? Came in here with Kairi: Check. Tried to get info but instead got Riku: Check. Riku gave Sora funky bread: Check. Sora is funky too: Check. Sora drinks: when? He was lost. Can bread make you dru-woah he was being pulled again. Ow backwards too. This sucks.

"I was uh, going outside to see... Kairi? Yeah! Kairi, she's waiting. Shouldn't we like, do something?"

Reaching up a slow, shaky hand, he rubbed (was more of a vague circling motion) his forehead. What was up?

"Are you staying here Riku? Seems like there is somesort of party thingy. I like parties. Do you like parties? It's so crowded though... We can't dance in here. Do pirates dance anyway? Some sort of bootleg shuffle, perfected after years of being on a ship? Do you think they have a jukebox?"
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