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.

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[donthithimintheballs]

He snorted at that, draining his own drink as he saw the other bring a keg over. He shook his head though, waving a hand as if to say no, don't, I wont ever ask.

"I've been shot in the ass before. I know how that feels. I'll pass on the scars. I'm sure you have a good ass too, but I'll save that sight for the ladies who love it."

[thatched]

"Suit yourself." He refilled them both and stretched back, looking out over the sea and the low clouds just on the horizon. There was a small pod of dolphins just in eyesight and he watched them barrel through the water, wondering if they would change course but they never did.

"All in all it isn't a bad place to stay." It wasn't home. Would never be. Could never be. How could anyone love a copy of the real thing? You couldn't. You just learned to deal with it.

[donthithimintheballs]

HE took his drink back and didn't bother looking out at sea, he just leaned back, head tilted back a bit and looked up at sails and sky.

"Naw. Not so bad here." It was better then home for him. He actually loved this place more then home. There was a difference between the two of them. For him this was... this was good. This was close connections and family and a life that he liked not a life he had to suffer through. "I think I could grow to like it here."

Honestly, he already had.

[thatched]

"Well we'll make it a home soon enough," he said pleasantly though the thought of it left him feeling a little hollow. Maybe it always would. He accepted it and moved on.

"Maybe we can find a few lonely Navy women between us, aye? Sometimes they even want return calls."

[donthithimintheballs]

"Maybe." He simply agreed, drinking more and deciding now that getting smashed sounded like a great idea tonight.

"You know, I ran into more then a few tense ladies at that ball. I'm sure there are a few out there we could keep company. Maybe one with dark hair..." He's got a thing for dark hair lately. He left his red haired phase with Jean, and started a dark haired phase lately.

Lets please do forget that Faye has dark hair.

[thatched]

"Dark hair, is it?" Said oh so casually as he refilled his drink, filled Logan's a little more and leaned back, smirking at him.

"Same color hair as your Loganberry sweetheart, perhaps?"

[donthithimintheballs]

God damn it, Faye. He sighed at that, taking the topped up drink and drinking liberally from it. He was going to need to be sloshed tonight to get over that.

“Perhaps. And she’s not my sweetheart. Nor is she ever going to be.” He said, a finger raised to point at him as if to scold him. Then he snorted. “Safer for her in the long run.”

[thatched]

"Safer for her?" he raised an eyebrow. Odd thing for him to say and maybe something with a deeper meaning, but he wasn't going to push beyond that. "Not much is safe in these waters, mate, especially given who she sails with."

[donthithimintheballs]

He grunted, draining this glass now and leaned forward, resting elbows to knees, fingers curling in and out. "I don't have a good track record of keeping ladies in my life long." And he gave Thatch a pathetic sidelong glance. "And she's the type I wouldn't mind keeping around."

Ug, stating that felt stupid. He'd fallen for someone back home fast too, and look where that got her? Held hostage by crazies and possibly dead. "She's actually better off sailing under Grell then around me." God, why can't he stick to one night stands and brothels.