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Manly Drinking Times

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.

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"It's just tomato juice and celery salt and vodka," Marco grinned quietly. There were also variations on spices depending on how hot you liked it, but that didn't seem important to mention.

"I see." He took a drink of the rum. It was better than whatever Logan had him drinking the last time he tried something.

"I wasn't old enough to worry about learning what drinks are what at home. You'd think Tohru-chan would have set me up, but he was old enough either. Have to be twenty."

"I heard about that somewhere, but my world isn't exactly careful about alcohol laws or anything," a shrug, "I guess they have bigger things to deal with."

"You would think that, but apparently it was very important for people under twenty not to drink. I'm sure some of my classmates did. Wasn't really my thing."

Marco shrugged. "Maybe your livers aren't as hardy as ours," he stuck his tongue out teasingly.

He snorted. "Somehow I doubt it. Healthcare has come a long way from a time period like this once."

Natsuno waved his hand a bit before taking another sip of the rum. "Mmm, let's not talk about things I haven't done. It's depressing."

In spite of himself, Marco gave a small laugh, "Pity. That's one of the traditional drinking games, eh."

"Is it now? Do tell." Natsuno arched an eyebrow. What kind of a game would have to do with things he hasn't done?

"It's called 'I've Never,'" Marco laughed softly, "You take a shot every time someone says they've never done something that you have." He made a gesture with a finger, "And you go around in circles to take turns. First person to reach ten shots or pass out loses. Or wins, depending on how you look at it. It's usually more fun with experienced pirates of course, because they're more likely to have done some pretty crazy shit."

Another sly grin, "It also tests how much you know of your friends' crazy adventures."

He smiled, chuckling lightly with a shake of his head. "I wouldn't be drinking very much would I? I'd play, I just don't think I would drink much."

"Aye, that's part of the idea too," Marco nodded, "It's a punishment for rowdy older people, and it keeps you young'uns kicking our sides for a bit."

"Oh is that it? I guess it wouldn't be too hard to win then." That was a game he could picture his friend playing rather easily. "Although I think Tohru-chan probably could have found some way to get me drunk through such a game."

"I'll bet," Marco stuck his tongue out. "Thatch and I have an even edge on each other. We usually do our fun stunts together, and the ones we don't we don't tell each other. It gets tricky keeping that kind of secret with sixteen hundred tattletale brothers around."

"I'm sure. That's what happens when you have a best friend I think." Natsuno smiled almost fondly at the thought.

"I miss him." He took another drink because if he was getting melancholy, he definitely wasn't drinking enough.

"It's stupid because I was going to leave him anyway."

"To go to the university?" A head tilt, because Marco wasn't sure if Natsuno meant before becoming a jinrou or not.

"Yeah. I had every intention of getting the hell out of Sotoba and never looking back if I could help it." He was quiet for a moment.

"Naturally that seems unlikely, I'm sure my parents would have required me to visit from time to time. Probably if Tohru asked me to visit, I would." He would have done just about anything Tohru asked, in fact.

"It was always in the plan to part ways but I never really gave it much thought after he insisted on becoming friends. We talked about it, he knew I was going to leave but he didn't say much about it. He was a casual kind of person."

He smirked a little. "I am sure the idea of me standing here drinking, armed and actively pursuing a life of piracy would amuse him a great deal."

Marco gave him a soft almost sympathetic grin. "It probably would." And maybe he'd get to show up someday and see it, but Marco didn't say so. It might not happen either and Natsuno or Tohru might not appreciate being here either way.

"I can't really imagine separating from my family, eh? I mean... the most I have since Pops first found me was winding up here. But I think it's normal to miss 'em anyway, eh? Ace used to never shut up about his kid brother. Honestly, I think if it weren't for the Navs having a time thing, he'd be around that much more often. Even though they both want to be captains on different crews, they still miss each other a lot."

"My family..." He looked down a bit and took another drink. Yep, that was what he thought about that.

"It's pretty common to separate from your family where I'm from. Kids go off to university or work, they move out they start their own families. Friends get brushed aside once school is over, there's obligations to be had instead."

Natsuno tapped his fingers idly on the railing. "I didn't get along with them. I never understood them. I was nothing like them. At least, I didn't used to think so. I know that's not entirely true now. I miss them, but at the same time I don't. It's really hard to explain. I feel guilty for that too because my mother is dead and my father is..." He sighed. "Getting better without me. I was literally driving him insane. I should care more about that, but part of me is irrationally angry because they actively, naively had a big hand in getting me killed."

A birdie-like head tilt. "Because they moved you out to the middle of nowhere?"

"Not just that. They were the ones who invited the vampires into our home, unlocked the doors that I locked, took down the religious items that might have kept Tohru away from me...By then I was nearly dead though. My friends were trying to help me but my father lashed out at them instead, rejecting everything that might have saved me. I don't know if it would have but it annoyed me."

"I see," Marco replied quietly. He didn't really though. It was like trying to imagine being a rookie starting over from the start again when he'd almost barely been a rookie even when he started out. The idea of not hero-worshipping his father, or his Pops accidentally doing something that made his situation worse was pretty foreign.

He settled for topping up Natsuno's drink instead and gesturing towards the railing so they could grab a more out of the way place to continue the conversation.

"Well, you're a pirate now. Pirates choose their family, eh? Even if you would have separated from Tohru, he was still nakama." He sighed quietly. Explaining the bond between nakama was another completely bizarre thing for him. By the time anyone, even the most rookie of rookies, reached the New World in the Grand Line, they definitely knew about nakama and how important it was. "Like this crew." He tapped his toes to the deck of the ship for emphasis. "We're all comrades on a journey through life, eh? Take the Straw Hat crew. They're not as familial as me and my brothers, but anytime I go over there, I can sense the holes where they're missing a nakama or two. That's kind of family you choose, eh?"

He took another drink before fixing Natsuno with a serious look. "I know you were upset about how Ace and I wanted revenge, but we do consider you nakama, eh? Chosen family."

"Yes, Tohru was my nakama. I understand that more than anything else. Kaori and Akira too, I think." He was quiet a moment, collecting his thoughts on the matter. "I didn't understand it before I came here, because I never really had a lot of friends. I was always that kid, the one no one liked, which actually never bothered me. I had ambitions instead. For some reason people didn't find me all that charming." He drawled a little bit sarcastically.

"Although I sometimes wonder how I fit in here, I've at least chosen you guys as my nakama, knowing that it may not be mutual is fine. It gives me something."

Natsuno turned his own expression a little more serious. "You misunderstand me. I don't have a problem with revenge, but it doesn't need to cause needless suffering. My entire undead existence at home was for the sole purpose of getting revenge. I understand it very well."

"It's mutual," Marco stuck his tongue out and shrugged. "I'd rather a guy with a lot of ambitions who was open about it than one who hid it all."

As for revenge... Marco hums to himself. "I remember you mentioned that before." The revenge on wiping out jinrou, that is. "But I'm going to have to have you define 'needless suffering' for me. What is it you think we wanted?"

He looked amused at the parallel. "I wasn't afraid to let people know what they were."

He tilted his head a little bit. "Ace was talking about breaking people's spirits and I can tell you that it really sucks. To die in the way I died, or something close to it is unnecessary when a bullet is enough to exact your revenge, or in my case, a stake to the heart. Still horrific and bloody, but not unnecessarily cruel."

A side glance. "Still not the same as someone giving you the opportunities to meet that ambition along the way and then pretending you're just not interested." But Blackbeard wasn't someone Marco wanted to think a lot about right now. Especially not while contemplating wars as much as he was.

As for torture or not...

Marco just looks at the waves. "I wanted to send a message. I couldn't even doing that." The mug cracked and then splintered apart completely in his hands before Marco gave up on it with a scowl and tossed the pieces to the waves. "It wasn't to make them feel the pain. Revenge is for the living, eh? I wanted to make sure the rest of the navy saw that we have lines. Didn't matter though. An admiral from our world stepped in to stop Ace, and even trying to hunt down the specific men responsible wasn't enough."

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