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.

Comments

Evening

[hiken]

Ace whined, his head smashing into the deck.

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

Evening

[fierybluebird]

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?"

[hiken]

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."

[fierybluebird]

"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.

[hiken]

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."