Manly Drinking Times

[fierybluebird]

Who: Marco, Thatch, Logan, Namur, Roxas, Vyse, Chandra, Natsuno, and anyone else who wants in on this drinking game
Where: The Sun! And the Moon! And all the ships in between
When: Sunday May 4th, pursuant to this hilarity
What: MANLY DRINKING TIMES
Warnings: Ehhhhh ARRRRR For Rum. And drinking. And war. And fuck who knows what else, remind me to update if needed.
Status: OPEN!!!



Marco quickly set up a couple of kegs at the ready for the drinking party. Because it was just plain necessary, and a lot like old times. The last two weeks were still weighing on Marco's mind. War, Peace, phoenixes. Was it a good idea to really enjoy war so much? Was it a bad one? Maybe it was inevitable, so he might as well enjoy it. Like life, right? Or should he not encourage it just because it was amusing?

It was too much of a headache, that's why he was just going to drink.

He also set up some non-alcoholic drinks for Leanne and everyone else. Green tea, fruit juices, but they were all clearly marked.

Marco gave a quick piercing whistle. "OI SPADES! Roll call and drinking games!"

And maybe drunk board games, he would blame that on Ace though.

Comments

[om_nom_namur]

"Way ahead a y' bro!" Namur hollered back. He showed up on deck a few minutes later regardless, already smelling of alcohol and his usually bouyant attitude much subdued. Yes, he intended to get seriously drunk and that meant everyone got to deal with his ironically sober side. "Shit, what a mess."

[thatched]

"Nam-chan, here, my poor feckless friend." He wrapped an arm around Namur's shoulders and guided him to a seat. "Drink your poor woman troubles away and try not to make any new ones."

[om_nom_namur]

"Sheheh, shit I ain't gonna complain if someone wants t' give me new ones," he chuckled. "'S jus' usually people don't die cuz a 'em, y' know?"

Namur let himself be lead, dumps enough liquor from a bottle to make a human liver shrivel up in fear into his mouth, then shakes his head at the taste.

"Really ain't nothin' I can do 'bout it though. That 'maid dug her own grave tryin' t' throw the Bloody Roses int' the drink like that. Like, seriously what the hell's that damn girl thinkin'? Shit."

[thatched]

It's always impressive to watch Namur drink when he's got a full head of steam. Thatch pours him another and sighs. It's kind of a pain, this sort of thing happening. But fortunately if they do die they can at least come back and learn from their mistakes.

"It was bound to happen sooner or later, babyface." He pours his own drink and sips at it. "That's what you get when everyone is new with no idea what they're doing. They learn quickly or they die." As was always the way of the sea.

[fierybluebird]

"You're overthinking it mate," Marco tugged the fishman close with one arm in a hug. "The spark would have happened sooner or later seeing as Grell is so feisty, and Codi doesn't know what she's messing with."

It probably didn't help that Marco thought it was hilarious and epic, and all kinds of awesome. And damn if he wasn't head over heels for Robin, he'd have been that much more smitten for Grell. What? Chainsawing people over a temperamental overprotective fit is hot. He's just saying thinking.

[om_nom_namur]

"Seriously. An' she's the damn captain? Told her t' stop days ago an' she jus'... wouldn't. She's all like," Namur makes a crazy face, "An' hell if I know how t' make her stop." He sighs heavily, then begins laughing. "Shit, never thought I'd see the day. Sheheheh!"

[fierybluebird]

Marco just threw his head back and laughed. Sorry Namur, but this is like once-in-a-lifetime thing! Usually Marco is the one messing shit up on this level and going 'oh fuck what do I do?' and such.

"Naaaah-chan!" Marco lightly chuffs the fishman's chin and hands him a drink. "I always knew you had swagger, but damn, mate." Another laugh. "Although from what I understand with the others, she basically inherited that captain position. The original captain got sent home or disappeared like the Doctor."

[om_nom_namur]

"Still. Wonder her crew ain't mutinied or bailed, y' know?" He accepted the drink with a quick lift for cheers. "Oh well. Her shit with Grell really ain't got nothin' t' do with me. Here's t' crazyass 'maids an' their crazyass ways, huh? Sheheheh!" Namur dumps a good enough amount down his throat.

[fierybluebird]

"Oh, they are now," Marco ruffled Namur's hair enthusiastically. "I told them about Davy Back or the right for a one on one combat, but I don't think Grell liked the idea of Davy Back. Makes sense. Her crew is very tight-knit already, eh? It's nice that they're all so devoted to her, yoi."