high_seas | Manly Drinking Times

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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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Ace woke up for his late shift, noting numerous bottles scattered around and a tapped keg rocking back and forth behind some of the supplies. Frowning irritably, Ace kicked a bottle off of the ship and huffed. He slept through an entire party?

What a jerk he was!

Marco hopped down from his watching spot up on one of the masts and poked Ace's cheeks.

"You awake now Sleeping Freckles?"

Ace was already not the best guy to wake up from a genuine night's sleep. On top of missing the party, he was in his bad place. Staring at Marco with dead, lifeless eyes, Ace slowly reached over with both hands very slowly, in a lazy attempt to gouge his first mate's eyes out with his thumbs.

Yeah....

No.

Marco just casually aimed a curbstomp kick to Ace's face. Best friend and big brother.

Ace whined, his head smashing into the deck.

"Uggghhhh, you're such a bad brother!"

That's okay, Marco also hands him a bottle of rum.

"I know," he grinned cheerfully, and proffered a plate of sandwiches. He was going to tease the kid with it, but he's in a slightly better mood from smashing Ace's face. Truly, he is the best brother.

"Have a nice nap?"

He didn't think twice about the little rivulet of blood running down from his forehead. Ace didn't really ever notice his own injuries. It came with the solid three months he spent trying to kill Whitebeard and getting tossed around like a ragdoll. Durability didn't come cheap.

"I sleep better when everyone's happy," He relaxed and popped the top off of the bottle. "I guess if you guys party, that makes me sleep even better."

"That is adorable," Marco tugged Ace into a small hug. "You're turning into me," he gently teased him since he expected a snarky comment in return.

He was still a bit too sleepy to work up his smarmy comments. It was worse, because he was pretty sure he was also a little bit concussed on top of things.

"Nah," He replied, the brain damage really settling in. "I'm Ace."

He spotted Ace easily enough. He was a bit tipsy. Mildly disheveled. But had the good sense to loop an arm around Ace's shoulders and try to shove a beer bottle in his mouth.

"We saved plenty for you, junior league, so don't worry. Princess needs his sleep."

Baby also needed his bottle. Thatch knew how to handle the grumpy Ace. Taking to the bottle like an infant, Ace wore a lazy look as he drank it down all in one clean gesture. He held the empty bottle over his mouth, waiting for the last drop to fall into it.

"...What's the party for?"

"Just the usual. War talk. Brother talk. Anything you want." He sat Ace down and gave him another bottle and then fetched a couple plates of meat for him he'd squirreled away. "It's a nice night, aye?"

Ace appreciated the bottle despite his still sullen look. He reached over to hug Thatch when he came over, still groggy.

"You're a good brother, Thatch."

"Finally awake, huh?" It wasn't all that surprising to have found Nami being pretty sober. Actually, she didn't drink at all. The party had been nice but alcohol wasn't really her thing.

"You can have my share." She says, offering him a bottle she'd managed to take.

"Oi, who even gave you any?" Ace took the bottle, frowning towards Nami. He looked a little worried, at that. "They fret with Leanne, but givin' you drinks..."

It was racism, Ace thought. The bird people were ganging up on the goldfish lady!

"Anyway, thanks. Fortunately, I've gotten a better taste for liquor. It's not so bad as when I was younger."

When he was ten, he meant.

"You're welcome."

No doubt Ace would get more use out of it than she would. In that regard, she was happy enough to have managed to brighten up her captain's evening. Although, Nami was curious about still something else.

"Uh, was I not supposed to have any?"

She figured she was at a comparable enough in age to the rest of them, at least.

"Certain mermaids shouldn't drink," He replied with a 'matter of fact' tone. Namur wasn't the type of guy to let Ace know that kind of thing, but Jinbei would definitely tell him every time he went out--all kinds of facts about fishmen and mermen and fish women and mermaids. There were all sorts of rules and weird social quirks he didn't pick up on until he was told.

"Not more than a few sips, 'cause you guys... filter things weird. I forget what Jinbei said."

"We do?" Nami didn't really understand how was phrasing it. What was it that she was supposed filter? And how was filtering even related to this? She just attributed it to her generally inexperience with matters concerning the surface world. That, and Ace being Ace.

"I'm not really interested in it, anyways. I don't like the smell, and doesn't it affect start affecting you after a while?"

"Well, we do like drinkin' it because it makes the world a little more fun to be in," Though, there were instances in which it wasn't often times the best thing to use to enhance things.

"Course, it's technically poison, you know? We're just weird, because that type of poison makes us feel better."

"Surface dwellers really are strange if that's what they keep doing to themselves." Now she was even less inclined to ever give alcohol a try, especially if it was going to be harmful to her.

"Chandra said that she liked to set her drinks on fire. Is that something you do too?"

"Nah," Ace waved his hand, looking over one of the kegs for himself. Marco and Thatch gave him drinks, but he still felt like he could chug along. Ace lifted it experimentally. With the other hand, he took a swig of the bottle that Nami had given him.

"We like dangerous," He smirked absently, spinning the keg on his fingertips. "I just don't like burning my drinks, 'cause I'd rather just drink 'em."

"They call it being drunk, right?" The part where too much of it actually started to affect the way a person acted. "What are you like when you reach that point?"

Though she also wanted to add, "Not that I actually want you get drunk right in front of me."

"When I first started drinkin' with my crew, I got really rowdy. In fact, I got 50 million added to my bounty in a night the first week I started up," Though, Ace assumed it was anger. Rather, he was just a goofball and had very little control of himself when he got really, really drunk.

"I mean, I'm gonna get drunk now, 'cause I missed the party and I'm still a bit jealous, but I'm not gonna get '50 million' drunk."

Nami had to admit, part of her wanted to see what Ace was capable of when he was that drunk. Then again, she liked having the ship in one piece. She'd settle for regular drunk Ace, then. "I'll stick around for that. I can't promise I'll be better company than some of the other crew." Especially if she was going to remain sober.

"But at least you won't be by yourself."

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