high_seas | 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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That was the point. She had to deal with holding bottles of rum, which he hadn’t taken from her, like a good gent should have. Nope. Instead he held her hand captive, pulling her in a bit closer and grinning at her. “Maybe.” She might have been busy with their little war over there. Or… “You might have remembered who you were dealing with and decided to cut your losses.”

Look, his beard was even growing back, so he wasn’t all soft faced anymore. The grin was boyish still though.

Faye offered no resistance when he pulled her closer, close enough that the bottles of rum she held at her side were touching both their knees. "Interesting. Other than some rum and a cigar, I didn't think there was much else for me to lose here. Or maybe... Maybe I'm just a big risk taker." She matched that grin with one of her own, and she might even have touched where his beard was growing back, but right then she didn't have either of her hands free.

"I like risk takers." He said, as if confessing some big secret. It was stupid. He had someone back home that there might have been something with. More then the one night they shared. She was back there left standing at a battle and he has no idea if he'll save her or not. And here he was pulling Faye in closer.

If he wasn't already a bit drunk he might not be so impulsive just because of that. He didn't WANT to get attached to someone out here. You have no idea when that person would leave, or he might. Shit. "Where'd we leave off, before we were so rudely interrupted." At the Ball. He meant at the ball.

Letting her wrist go he reached up to pull her into a kiss.

"Then let's say that I was taking a risk." As for Faye, she had no one. No one was waiting for her, not in any world. Whatever might happen tomorrow or ten weeks down the line, Faye was, in fact, a risk taker, and a gambler who enjoyed living in the moment, just as she was doing then.

At his question, Faye glanced left and right, as though she was having a difficult time remembering what had happened, where they'd been. Of course, she remembered precisely. She smirked, and might have said something just to tease him, but she was caught already in the kiss, her free hand now holding his waist.

He’d have said he liked that quality in her, but that would detract from kissing her. No words, just actions. He let his hands slide down and around her waist, pulling her close. He wasn’t pushy, just... warm, comfortable. Taking his time because clearly there wasn’t any rush here. Unless she needed to get back to a war party or something, but seeing as the Spades were having their own war party (and they weren’t even involved) there was no reason to leave, right?

Letting one hand slide down to help by taking one bottle from her he broke the kiss, smiling a bit. “We could go join the party. If ya want.” Or find somewhere else a bit more private. Also, he’s keeping these fancy ass cigars in his back pocket until she can get them herself.

It had been a long time since Faye was kissed like this, and Logan didn't seem to be in any hurry either. With a hand around his waist, the other pressed against his back, Faye pressed close to him, enjoying the kiss for as long as possible. She was far from thinking anything that anyone else was doing at that time.

She smirked through the kiss as his hand moved down her arm, and when the kiss was broken she seemed amused and maybe a little flushed. "We could. But I didn't bring enough cigars for everyone." Her hand slowly slid down his back until her fingers were reaching for his pocket.

Stick with him for a while and she will be--wait, no, don't stick with him for long. That's the last thing either of you want. Or so Logan feels. But that is beside the point.

"Just the answer I was hoping for." He said as he took one of her bottles with one hand, to spare her having to carry two, and slide a hand down to reach back for her hand, taking her wrist lightly before moving away. Nope. Not that easy. "I hate sharing sometimes." he said in an amused voice. The cigars or her, really. Actually, he didn't if the others were around, if she was here for drinks. Last thing he wanted to hear was a wolf whistle or cheer from some drunken idiot because he has a hot chick in his arms. Kay?

He tipped his head to the side, moving off and guiding her by the wrist, a light hold, headed inside, to the lower deck.

"So charming of you to pretend that I had a choice." She grinned when he took her hand away again, slowly shaking her head. Had he been anyone else, her gun would be at his head and she'd have demanded them back. But actually, she was quite enjoying this, and thinking of what she could possibly do to get them back. "What you've done is stealing. Youdon't have the right to decide to share stolen goods or not."

Faye allowed herself to be lead alone, walking close behind him. She was only staring at the cigar case, okay? Cause she couldn't get to it without letting go of her rum. Below deck, there were definitely the noises of a party, "Sounds like everyone is having a good time. You sure you're not missing out?"

"Pirate, remember?" He said with faked surprise, like how could she forget that? "Stealin' is a thing we do." And who said anything about not wanting to share the cigars. Well, maybe that too, but really he didn't want to share his time with spying ~~brothers~~ shipmates.

She could have pointed a gun at him. It wouldn't have changed much. He'd still play with her. Also, he has one of her bottles of rum now as well. This is called winning. He's doing it.

Below deck, he glanced up, chuckling at the party above. "Trust me. I've had... a lot of party tonight." He turned, walking backwards with her. "Loganberry, though. Really?" He let out a sigh, remembering Thatch coming up to him tonight about that. Actually, asking here here was his fault too. "As for missing out?" He walked backwards towards his small cabin, a shrug given. "Stay with me for a bit. Have some drinks. Maybe a smoke and it'll be them who's missin' out." That was a compliment.

"So that's your excuse? I'm glad stealing doesn't compromise your morals then, otherwise you might be upset to hear how I came out those cigars in your back pocket." Though he did probably already assume that she hadn't paid for them with her own money. Logan is definitely winning, though Faye doesn't seem to mind overly much, not when she felt as though she was winning in her own way too.

"So inviting me over was a drunken after thought. How sweet." She chuckled at the statement, because she'd known he'd been drinking, but she certainly didn't mind. "Loganberry suits you. I told you that already. Besides, if I hadn't called you that, I might have never been able to trick you into asking me for a drink." She grinned as he sounded so aure about their evening, and Faye was already inclined to agree, walking close enough to him when he walked backwards that she kissed him lightly on the lips. "Sounds promising. I'm game."

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