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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: drunken_sparrow
2006-10-06 05:31 am (UTC)
Jack leaned lazily against the bar, a bottle of rum in hand, watching the antics of the black-robed people. Truth be told, he had been a bit worried at first. But his little plan seemed to have worked. With the exception of an odd pinkish-haired newcomer, the others seemed inebriated beyond all coherency. And they were most enjoyable to watch. Aside from the two gentlemen next to him(the troublemaking gambler and the eyepatched man), none of the others seemed able to hold alcohol in the least. The "Superior", who had seemed for a moment to sober up, was once again lost to the rum.

One of the younger members started....singing. Or making somewhat lyrical noise. A youngster he hadn't seen before jumped up on the bar claiming to be a captain in search of a crew, and the spikey redhead was quick to join. The younger members also seemed to think themselves pirates. There was a brief moment of unease as the bee-like woman went crazy and threw several small knife-like weapons, but only the wood beams suffered for it. The "pirates" made their way out, and the man with long silver hair attempted to give chase only to be thwarted by the remains of the door. Well now...looks t'be a good time for me to take my leave

Jack stood up without showning any more of the effects of having downed a rum bottle than usual, and glanced warily around. People were either passed out, trying to make themselves look pirate-y, or making loud noises that may have been singing. The captain ducked behind the bar, tossed a bag of coins to the barkeep, and darted out an inconspicuous back exit. "Well now, Jack m'boy, that was a job well done." He sauntered casually down the back alleyway, turning here and there in a path he obviously knew well, eventually coming out at the path that lead to the docks. "Da da da da-da da da da da da.....and really bad eggs...." He spun around once more, surveying the area, then headed toward his beloved ship. By now most of the crew had probably returned, and they could set sail without any more unwanted guests.
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