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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[by_heart]

Lea was ostensibly making an appearance to check in on Roxas and reel him in if necessary, since obviously he wasn't interested in spectating on the party. Not at all. Or so he'd been telling himself. It was depressing, too, because he was a party kind of guy, but with things as they were, he wasn't really feeling it. He'd been keeping to his galley more than usual lately, so outside of Roxas, he was beginning to feel like he'd forgotten how to interact with people. Super depressing.

[heartismyown]

"Hi Lea!" Roxas called cheerfully, running up to glomp him around the middle with one arm. He had a cup in hand that looked like sweet fruit juice.

[by_heart]

"Hey, you. Staying out of trouble?"

So far there was nothing out of the ordinary, but that didn't necessarily mean anything.

[heartismyown]

"No trouble here!"

Lea felt warm and he latched onto him, nuzzling his chest a bit. "You want a drink?"

[by_heart]

It wasn't like it was unlike Roxas to be affectionate, but it was definitely unlike him to be this affectionate. Somehow, he suspected that cup of juice wasn't as harmless as it looked.

"And how much have you been drinking, mister?" Lea tried to pry him off a little to get a better look at him.

[heartismyown]

"Nooo." Roxas whined a little as he was pried off of him, pouting.

"Ummm...that's a really good question." Roxas said and then shrugged before taking another sip. "It's really sweet! You should try some!"

[by_heart]

"I think I'm gonna pass until I know what's in that."

Oh man, Roxas was definitely going to get exiled to his own hammock when he finally decided to turn in and that hammock was getting moved as close to the floor and as far away from Lea's as possible. The sugar hangover after Valentine's Day was bad enough. This one was probably going to be a hundred times worse.

[heartismyown]

"It's really good!"

Oh well, Lea didn't want any so he focused instead on latching onto his arm and leaning on him.

"What're you doing Lea? Are you gonna drink juice with me?"

[by_heart]

"Just wanted to see what was going on, that's all. And it looks like what's going on is you getting yourself drunk. You're gonna be sick in the morning, you know. Kids should stick to plain juice."

He was sure Roxas would probably take that as an invitation to go get drunk off his ass, but that was going to happen whether Lea tried to rein him in or not. Oh well. It was a lesson he was going to have to learn. Lea had done more or less the same thing when he was that age (well, 15-ish, not 1) and consequently he hadn't been able to touch alcohol for quite a few years after the fact. It was something that definitely didn't taste as good coming back up as it did going down.

[heartismyown]

"Hey! I'm not a kid!" Roxas pouted at him, tugging on his arm. "I'm not gonna be sick in the morning, why would I?"

[by_heart]

"You remember the candy thing? This is gonna be a hundred times worse than that, especially if you keep it up. If you barf, either get outta the room or keep it on your side, okay?"

Lea was content to sacrifice his arm to the clinging, it wasn't like things were going to take a turn for the worse immediately. It would give him an excuse not to start drinking himself, too, which was good because the last thing he needed was to get dragged into some sort of drinking contest. He was no slouch at them, but he knew Roxas would try to tag along and give himself alcohol poisoning trying to keep up.

[heartismyown]

"Fine I won't drink anymore." After this last swallow. He put his cup down on the railing and wrapped his other arm around Lea, hugging him properly.

"You feel so good." He murmured a bit, nuzzling him again.

[by_heart]

These were the times when Lea was sure he had a heart because he could feel it stop dead and then start beating again. Roxas probably had NO IDEA what it sounded like he was saying, but how was anyone around them supposed to know that? Lea blushed as red as his hair and squirmed, trying to wriggle loose.

"You are seriously drunk, aren't you? C'mon, Roxas, get off."

[heartismyown]

"Huh?" Roxas gave him a bit of a sleepy look, but with all of his thrashing he was forced to let go. He stumbled a bit, unbalanced and leaned against the railing. "Drunk? If you mean all floaty, yep!"

He giggled a bit.

[by_heart]

"Yeah, that's called being drunk. Who's been giving you booze, anyway?"

Besides "everyone," which he totally expected to be the answer.

[heartismyown]

"Ummm...the guy with the soft yellow hair." Yep, that was about the level of description he could manage at the moment. He snuck his hand behind Lea and ran his fingers down his back.

"Lea I wanna hang onto you!"

[by_heart]

Lea made a strangled sound and nearly jumped out of his skin. So Roxas was a clingy, overly affectionate drunk. Great. And Lea was the type to get really dumb ideas that sounded brilliant to him at the time and/or start fights when he was drunk, so the two of them being drunk at the same time was probably a terrible idea. Also probably a terrible idea: letting Roxas keep being handsy.

"Why isn't holding onto my arm good enough anymore? I've got personal space, you know."

[heartismyown]

"Fine." Roxas sighed exasperated and hugged Lea's arm to his chest. Oh well, at least he could get away with hugging his arm even if Lea was being all weird about it. He didn't really know why that was but he couldn't really ask the question, his mind wasn't feeling much like working at the moment.

[by_heart]

Lea ruffled Roxas' hair in a bit of an apology. It wasn't like he didn't want him around, he just wanted his hands where he could see them at the moment.

"So what have you been up do besides letting Marco get you drunk?"

[heartismyown]

Roxas rocked back and forth. "Ummmm." He said, staring a little blankly.

"I don't know. I had the juice and then....oh the pineapple guy put me on his shoulders for awhile!"

[thatched]

He spotted Lea poking his head out on deck like some fiery hedgehog. He should really say something to him and, in fact, felt a kind of need to apologize. But in the end it would just return to the same song and dance--no use putting the lad through any kind of hope that things might be different. Besides which... the kid's words still stung. Still had a heart. Tch. Smartassed little bastard.

No. Thatch took long draft of his ale, finishing it off and then, grinning, got up to get another. Probably best to just let things as they were now. It was for the best.

[by_heart]

The cold shoulder, eh? Well, it was more or less what he expected. The way Lea operated, if he liked someone and had an issue with them, he avoided them. If he DIDN'T like someone and he had an issue with them, he was damn near impossible to get rid of. Right now, he wasn't sure where he stood with Thatch or where Thatch stood with him, so he opted for an approach that fell somewhere in the middle.

Since fire was a common sight on the Spades' ships, it stood to reason that a little pyrotechnics wouldn't cause the panic they probably would around another crew, so he cast a little Fire spell and let the flames form in the shape of a heart. Cute show for the partygoers and a clear message for the one(s? Thatch had surely gone complaining to Marco by now) who knew what he meant by it.

[thatched]

The flame heart caught in the corner of his eye and it was--absurdly cute. It reminded him of something Ace might do and for a second Thatch thought it was an apology. Then he got it and looked away. He got it and he didn't. He didn't know what Lae was playing at. Though it seemed like he was being mocked and it rankled him, but he pushed the emotion away. Let the kid do what he wanted. He wasn't worth Thatch's time.

[by_heart]

Still sulking, eh? For someone dead set on treating Lea like a kid, Thatch certainly wasn't winning any awards for maturity. It made it rather difficult to sort the whole mess out. Lea was confident that he could leave if he wanted, Thatch had said as much, but Roxas had been concerned about the repercussions and if Thatch was going to act like a great big baby about the whole thing, how was Lea supposed to know that he wasn't going to point out that Lea hadn't had the foresight to call no take-backs?

Lea dispelled the heart and waved in Thatch's general direction. Hey, he tried to communicate. No one could say he wasn't holding up his end of things.

[thatched]

Thatch just continued to blatantly ignore his existence and stew about it. Damn kid. Go find someone else to bother.