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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"They’re pirates." Actual, real pirates; a notion that never left Mako’s thoughts. "We’ll probably end up making port just to restock all that they’re drinking." Even as a part of the crew, mako didn’t count himself as a pirate.

Without even giving it a second thought, Mako reached over and placed his fingers on Asami’s cup of tea to heat it up. "But we got through the mess at Corsair, so I guess they need to celebrate." Even if going there was stupid, Team Avatar got through it okay. He can’t complain.

That was all true enough and she nodded in agreement. It took Asami a while to let that settle in with her, but she was starting to come into terms with it. Sort of. Events like the ball made it clear that she wasn't like them at all and probably never would be, and she was certain the rest of the team felt the same way.

With out doing anything, she let Mako reheat the tea and then picked it up for another sip. "I guess it's better than doing nothing." Okay, she didn't actually sound too sure of herself when she said that.

The corner of his mouth dug slightly into his cheek and he let out a small huff of air between his lips. That unsure tone didn’t escape him, and Mako couldn’t agree more with it. At least they were on the ship getting drunk instead of one of the port towns, trashing up whatever tavern and ending up in more trouble.

“Think we’ll ever get used to this before we find all the shards and get back home?” Mako wasn’t one to share his reflections often, but this was Asami.

Something Ace would have done no doubt. Or Namur. Or Marco...well a lot of them. "I don't know. I'm already starting to take it in strides, but I don't think I'll ever fully get use to it. This all just seems like it happen too sudden. What about you?"

She was pretty sure she already knew the answer.

“Fully used to it? No, I don’t think so.“ And he certainly hoped not. Time had a way of forcing people to adapt to their situations, and he wanted to fight that for as long as possible. “I never thought I’d miss Republic City this much.“

"I know," There was a slight frown on her face, but it was mostly due to reminiscing about her home city. Who knew how long it was going to be until she saw it again. "Everything around here is just so much more different."

"We’ll get back." Something he had been saying non-stop since learning about the shards of the Piedra Roja. This world becoming familiar and being home wasn’t something he ever considered as a possibility.

He closed his eyes for a full second before looked into his tea. "We just need to stick together." Mako heavily considered putting his hand on her shoulder, let her know that he was serious.

But his hand only raised and stayed in the air for a brief moment before his fingers wrapped around his cup.

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