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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[thatched]

"Now this looks damn familiar!" Thatch laughed and lifted a cask of rum, working of the cork with a knife. "Oi, Marco, line up the cups! Let's make it easier for these guys to wash it down."

[om_nom_namur]

"Way ahead a y' bro!" Namur hollered back. He showed up on deck a few minutes later regardless, already smelling of alcohol and his usually bouyant attitude much subdued. Yes, he intended to get seriously drunk and that meant everyone got to deal with his ironically sober side. "Shit, what a mess."

[fierybluebird]

"Yosh," Marco beamed ear to ear and performed a few tricks with the unstacking process.

Never let it be said that Marco wasn't a show off whenever inhumanly possible.

[thatched]

"Show off." He grinned and started to pour as the cups became available to him. "Save your strutting for someone who isn't already impressed, aye? Or at least be a little more flashy about it."

[thatched]

"Nam-chan, here, my poor feckless friend." He wrapped an arm around Namur's shoulders and guided him to a seat. "Drink your poor woman troubles away and try not to make any new ones."

[fierybluebird]

"You're overthinking it mate," Marco tugged the fishman close with one arm in a hug. "The spark would have happened sooner or later seeing as Grell is so feisty, and Codi doesn't know what she's messing with."

It probably didn't help that Marco thought it was hilarious and epic, and all kinds of awesome. And damn if he wasn't head over heels for Robin, he'd have been that much more smitten for Grell. What? Chainsawing people over a temperamental overprotective fit is hot. He's just saying thinking.

[fierybluebird]

Marco laughed and switched into phoenix form to flit over to Thatch's shoulders.

"Such as doing all that as a bird?"

[theartofboom]

It's hard for Chandra not to be drawn into such things, and she hops up on the deck when she hears the party begin. The kegs draw her in and she fills up a mug, careful to keep Edric the Drake away from anything other than the alcohol. But he still belches a gout of flame up into the air from her shoulder.

"Right, so is any of this stuff good on fire? Or is it the kind of booze you drink cold?"

[fierybluebird]

"That depends how much you want to burn away the good stuff," Marco gave her a wry grin, faintly amused. "Everything except the kid's table is flammable, eh." It was mostly alcohol after all.

[theartofboom]

"The good stuff is definitely the kind that's better with fire..." she says, taking a swig of whatever was in the keg. "But alright, fine, fine. What's the occasion, anyway?"

[fierybluebird]

"Light her up then," Marco shrugged. It wasn't one hundred proof at least. "Pops always taught me the best stuff is best at room temperature, and that's how I drink it anyway," because it was too much effort any other way. "But everyone's got their own traditions." Even if he did still consider Shanks a jerk, he could acknowledge that much at least.

As for the occasion, Marco briefly flipped through the journal to gesture to Meep's post. "Hot girls caused a war in jealousy over Nam-chan. We're going to make a drinking game of it." Was that terrible? Marco still wasn't sure. Nor did he know if it mattered if it was or not.

[theartofboom]

"I saw some of that. But...I didn't quite get it. Who's the crazy sounding one that isn't Codi? She seems damn weird." Chandra is clueless as usual. Totally not questioning Namur getting two hot chicks. That could totally happen. Fishboy could dance!

1/2

[fierybluebird]

That actually got a laugh out of Marco as he hopped up and grabbed a perch on the railing. "You haven't met Grell yet?" He shook his head in amusement.

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[fierybluebird]

"She's the captain of the Bloody Roses. She is all kinds of feisty." Ignore that creepy look on his face please and thank you.

"She was our ally against the navy in the last battle." Both the ball and the sea battle before that. "And if you absolutely promise to keep a secret from my brothers and the rest of the crew, I'll let you in on something else."

Keep in mind Chandra, this is Marco. Aside from being a blue phoenix, he's also a bit crazy.

[theartofboom]

"Sure..." she says, not really sure how to take all of this. "I won't tell anyone."

[donthithimintheballs]

He's only mildly late to this party. He'd heard the call, heard others moving around, and after a bit he came up to deck as well, a grin on his face as he looked over the party setting.

"Did someone mention drinks?" Ignoring the party games part of it actually. He's here for the booze. Lighting up a cigar Logan would join in now, and you -might- even get him to play games too.

[fierybluebird]

He's not sure if that's a sincere promise or not, but he'll take the risk. At worst, it just means she won't get his juiciest dirt in the future.

"She stole my boxers when we were at Leanne's island. Something about a trophy and being able to track me at a whim."

Marco holds a finger over his lips though, "Not a word to my brothers though. Especially not Thatch." Because Thatch could get overprotective, and Marco already had to ask him to pick up more at the last island when he went and visited the Straw Hats without explaining the somewhat bizarre request.

"It was a compromise though, eh. Since she wanted all my clothes, but I've had to scold Pops about getting tricked by girls like that all the time."

[fierybluebird]

Marco tossed Logan a bottle of rum. "Catch, eh?" Hopefully the other man actually caught it before slicing it. Rum was a terrible thing to waste.

[reluctantjinrou]

It sounded a lot like a party. He'd never played drinking games before and he didn't know any. Although he could have indulged in alcohol on board, he hasn't taken much of an opportunity to do so.

All the same, he came up from below deck, pushing his hair out of his eyes. Natsuno was going to have to do something with it soon. He got himself some rum and leaned against the railing nonchalantly.

[ex_automobiles598]

Why was she even here? Well whatever, it was probably to take her mind off recent events. Yeah that was it. Asami sat at the table with a mug of rum and a cup of tea next to it, her arms were crossed as she casually observed the others doing their thing. Which was basically drinking and getting really drunk.

She picked the mug up and sniffed at it...Should she actually be drinking this?

[theartofboom]

Chandra takes that in without any real reaction, her face remaining as linefacey as Marco's ever could be. She doesn't intend to break the promise, period. She's a scoundrel, rascal, troublemaker, and force of nature...but she is an honest one. She doesn't even get why he cares what Thatch thinks, unless it's to spare embarrassment.

"Wait, she's tracking you?" Chandra asks simply, brow knitting in curiosity. "You trust her that far?"

[heartismyown]

Roxas hopped his way over from the Moon to check out this kind of party gathering. There's an awful lot of parties these days and he isn't sure what to make of it. He wasn't sure what the occasion was, so he kept back so he could observe and figure it out before doing anything else.

[fierybluebird]

A pause. Marco hadn't even thought about in those terms actually. He rubs in his chin in thought. "Aye. I suppose I do." He thought about it more. It wasn't that Grell was trustworthy or anything, but she was a bit like a less annoying, far more wild Shanks in some respects. Or maybe it was like how his Pops and Roger were.

"Don't misunderstand," he held up a hand and waved it a little, "I'm not saying you can trust her or anything. But how hard is it to kill one of your phoenixes, do you think?" He gave a birdie head tilt. "When she was possessed by the witch, she attacked one of her own favorite crew members. So I helped subdue her for them. And for her own future sake." Before she could do more that she would have regretted. "I don't let my guard down on her ship, but aye, I trust her that much at least, eh."

He faintly remembered their shared kisses around Christmas, but kept it from showing on his face. "Besides, I think I intrigue her more alive than dead. And she likes Ace." Another chin rub, "Although she did threaten to stop talking to me if I shaved my head." Oops.

[fierybluebird]

"Want a Bloody Mary?" Marco gave a sly grin to the Jinrou, unable to resist the pun.

[fierybluebird]

Marco perched on a railing nearby, "First time?"