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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: femnazi
2006-10-06 05:12 am (UTC)
Perhaps it was a product of some random urge, or perhaps Pence's earlier actions were just now registering in her brain, but for some inexplicable reason Larxene felt like being a pirate.

Another round of scrounging around the prone drunks on the floor was in order, and the Nymph surfaced with numerous belts, a sash, a vest that was too small for her, a number of necklaces, and a large feathered hat which she poked holes in to allow her antennae to poke out. She spent a few minutes clambering atop another table, knocking drinks off just for the heck of it, and then gripped a kunai between her teeth and raised her arms in the air, opening her mouth to yell something piratey to get everyone's attention.

...But she couldn't think of anything piratey to say. She could barely think of anything not-piratey to say, or even think at all for that matter. So after a moment she settled for just yelling.

"HEY! LISTEN!!" She had a sudden urge to repeat those phrases over and over until somebody listened to her, but she didn't. That would be annoying. "Cap'n Sparx needs a croo! Who wantsta join up...! We'll sail th' sees o' watery doom an' steal an' plunders an'...burn schtuff! Cuz fire's all fun an' kid-friendly like...So join meee! ...Or get hurted! In da FACE."

Perfect. She was the best pirate ever.
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