What happens in Deesuko Ballia...

[seadevil]

Who: The crew of the Katabami
Where: Deesuko Ballia
When: February 1st - Valentine's-ish
What: General crew log
Warnings: Mawwiage
Style: Any
Status: Closed to crew

It's party time on Deesuko Ballia but things get a little out of hand and the brave crew of the Katabami find out that sometimes partying too hard can have serious consequences.

In other words, apparently this is a harem anime now.

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[cherrybombpie]

Do you want me to clean for you?

[Although the idea of it made her feel nauseated at the moment, and she lay back down on her side, rubbing at her head.]

When I feel better, that is. I'm never drinking again - it feels so horrid the morning after. I've never had a headache like this!

[seadevil]

I believe I warned you about that. Or at least I think I did. It seems like I would have.

[Motochika drags himself over to the table so that he can use it for leverage to pull himself up off the floor. He then wobbles his way over to his bed and falls down on it face first and pulls a blanket over his head. Much better.]

Should have warned myself. I blame those pink things. Those were the devil's work.

[What with the being pink and coming in strange layers and being novel enough that they drank them even though they really shouldn't have. Though, to be honest, that was fairly early in the night and they had much, much more after that.]

[cherrybombpie]

You did.

[That part she remembered. It was just that she got so swept up in the fun of it that she'd imbibed way too much for a first-timer. At least it was a lesson well-learned, and she was definitely going to be more careful next time.]

The pink things . . . I don't think they even tasted that good.

[She went on her hands and knees and crept over to his bed, pulling herself onto it and curling up at his side, over the sheets. They were married so that was totally acceptable, right?]

I think I'll sleep here just this once . . .

[seadevil]

[Motochika patted her lightly on the head, then retreated below his blanket, one big lump of misery. Something in the back of his head hinted at maybe it being his place to make some sort of protest, but he ignored it. He wanted to sleep, Kodachi wanted to sleep, and no one wanted to move any farther than they had to. This was the best possible arrangement.]

If Pi-chan wakes you up, tell him to stow it.

[cherrybombpie]

Mmm . . .

[Kodachi smiled to herself as he gave her a pat on the head, and she snuggled up to his back. He was solid and warm, and she was asleep in seconds.]

[Not bad for their first day of marriage.]

[rebellions]

My money? I thought you were paying─ wait, that's not the problem here!

[Ragna jumps back to avoid both the waitresses and the flipped table. This is really getting out of hand.]

I know that! But you don't just go and say stuff like that to their faces!

[Says the guy who was threatening the girls a moment ago.]

[cherrybombpie]

Well, I was, until they decided to be uncivilized about things!

[Never mind that she started it. Kind of.]

[The manager hurried over, yelling, "ladies, please calm down!" over the din, but the waitresses were far too determined to get her, and Kodachi was far too busy throwing napkins and plates and spoons and forks in their faces.]

[rebellions]

[She looks like a picture of civilized behavior herself here, flinging all this stuff around.

Between that, the waitresses going cray cray and the manager joining the fray, things are really starting to look ugly here. Why can't he ever have a meal─ or in this case a dessert─ in peace? Why does his eating out always end up in destruction of the place (which, knowing his luck, he'll be charged with)? WHY?!

─so with that thought in mind, Ragna decides to follow what he believes to be the most reasonable course of action based on his experience, unfortunately and grabs Kodachi, tossing her over his shoulder. Hopefully she doesn't mind it too much because it's for her own good.]

Sorry, but we're in a hurry! See ya!

[And just like that, he promptly storms out of the place.]