Eight Days a Week [Luxord, Xigbar, Zexion]

[Fate]

Is it sad that I've never been in one of these before? Probably.
[August 11, 2010]
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There was one thing Zexion neglected when he decided that he was going to stay in Radiant Garden until something happened. Well, more than one thing to be exact. One fact was that nothing happened in Radiant Garden. After the Champion messed with this town, all it did was continue to rebuild itself. Nothing of interest ever occurred, not even when he was walking around in town-- under the guise of a regular townsman of course. People were accursedly polite to each other and helpful. It was droll.

That was his problem. He was bored. And this town was not helping that one bit.

This was his excuse for standing in front of Radiant Garden's bar one evening, staring at the sign. No one would know if he went in, would he? He had never been into one of these places in his life, mostly because he was too young when he had a heart and he was too busy when he lost it; and he didn't see a purpose. Now though, with absolutely nothing to do and no plans, this was his opportunity. Maybe something interesting would happen while he was in here? All sorts of people did like to come here...

Oh for goodness' sakes, he had been standing out here too long. He needed to go in. He looked old enough, right? He could change his appearance if he didn't. He opened the doors and stepped in, the music low and the chatter nonstop. Nothing interesting yet. For now, he'd sit at the actual bar and watch. He didn't want to have what happened in Neverland be repeated. Ever.

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[Nothingness]

GUESS WHO'S DRUNK!?

No one yet. Key word being "yet."

A Corridor opened up and out stepped the snazzily dressed Luxord, already getting looks from a group of beautiful young ladies just minutes after appearing. The Nobody gave them a little smile, and they giggled, continuing on and whispering excitedly amongst themselves. He missed this so much.

Strutting into the bar, he flicked a coin onto it and slapped a hand on the polished wood. "Barman, if you would be so kind as to get me that special house blend of yours." The barman already seemed to be pretty familiar with this patron, and immediately began mixing the drink. "So, where ya been lately?" Luxord looked up and waved a hand, saying nonchalantly, "Port Royal, mostly, but I need something better than rum. And I need some innocent cheer, too."

He wasn't really lying about either of those things. Although he couldn't feel, the atmosphere of Port Royal and its pubs was getting to him in its own way. So, a nice trip to such a bright place as this was just what the doctor ordered. "And a nice drink, too." The Gambler thought, sipping the drink the barman handed to him.

[Lagunamov]

What? You expected a handshake? As if.

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Things had been quiet for the last couple of days. Too quiet, even for the Freeshooter. And when he of all people was bored from not doing anything, it meant things were bad. Hence the reason for stopping at a bar. And for defying gravity for the sake of it and take his drinks while standing upside down from the ceiling, his ponytail moving back and forth.

And then came in Luxord through a corridor, taking the seat… right below Xigbar, actually. He stopped paying so much attention to whatever he was saying, rather looking at his half filled glass of rum. He considered his options. Be nice and say hi to the Gambler, or do the usual.

He opted for the usual.

Turning the glass upside down, he let the remaining rum fall onto Luxord’s head, splattering over the place and messing that hairdo of his he always seemed to take such good care of. “Long time no see Blondie,” Xigbar’s voice came from above, looking directly down at the fellow Nobody.


[Spatial Manipulation activated. A one post cooldown will be in effect once suspension in the air is over.]

[Nothingness]

What a waste of...oh, nevermind. It's cheap rum.

Luxord hadn't even taken his third sip of his drink when he felt a sudden cold literally wash over him. The voice easily confirmed his suspicions as to who the culprit was. "Yes, a long time indeed, my dear Freeshooter." The Gambler mumbled irritably, blowing away some of the rum that was running over his mouth and nose.

Raising a hand, he snapped a finger and froze Xigbar in time. Then, getting out of his seat and putting Xigbar to his left, he tossed a card and trapped the Nobody in it as well. Lowering the card to eye level, the Gambler leaned in, getting his usual mischievous smile. "You must have good spatial orientation, yes? Given your element of choice?" He put a hand on the corner of the card and started spinning it, speaking to Luxord in his usual smooth way. "You're probably enjoying this in your own way, but I'd like this satisfaction."

He kept spinning the card faster and faster until Xigbar was nothing more than an amorphous, swirling blob. Luxord decided to mercifully stop and turned the card around, releasing the Stop spell and giving it a good kick to force Xigbar out. Then he sat down and returned to his drink, though spoiled by the rum so impudently spilled on it.

[Luxord used Stopra and Stick the Dealer, three posts until their next uses]

[Fate]

What? No encore?
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Oh good, it didn't take long for something interesting to happen. Luxord and Xigbar were here, up to their usual antics. Well, at least Xigbar was. Zexion only watched with amusement as Luxord had something poured on his head by the other-- of course Xigbar would do something that immature. Then the Freeshooter was turned into a card and spun around. Too perfect.

But Luxord had to stop and let him go. That was disappointing. Zexion sighed, turning around to face the actual bar for a second. The barman, conveniently enough, was standing right near him this time. It was only logical to get something while he was here, right? He needed to actually blend in... somewhat. How did this work anyway? The barman gave him a curious look. "You're new here, aren't ya?" Oh lovely, it was that obvious. The Schemer nodded. "I don't recognize ya. I'll get you something then."

Before he could protest, the barman disappeared. A minute or two later, he produced a red drink and set it down in front of Zexion, who eyed it suspiciously. "Just cranberry juice and vodka to start you off." The Nobody forced himself to nod, taking it into his hand. To be polite, since he was capable of such things, he took a few sips. It tasted... like cranberry juice. Mostly. There was something else.

The barman, seeing his semi-approval, left him to his own devices. Said devices involved walking over to Luxord, glancing at him, then Xigbar, then back to the Gambler. "It's a shame you didn't leave him like that," he said, "I think I liked him that way more."

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[Lagunamov]

That was... strangely electrifying.

It seemed pouring rum on the Gambler had set off a small fuse within him, ironically, causing Xigbar to get his famous Stop ability cast on him, and then trapped in a card. After Luxord was done doing… whatever he was trying to accomplish, the Freeshooter was expelled from the card.

He landed several meters away on the ground, standing up slowly and, as he discovered when he tried walking, dizzy. Goodness gracious, Luxord had just given him the closest thing to a drunken buzz he’d had in years. He zigzagged his way back to the bar and took a seat, laughing at the events. “You know what you just did? You saved me a fortune in liquor!” he said, patting Luxord on the back. And then he ordered another bottle of rum.

It was only then that he noticed another familiar face. Zexion drinking? Out of his own accord? Were there pigs flying to the sound of rock & roll music out on the streets or something? “Hello Shorty. What brings you of all people to these parts? Finally hit puberty and want to get some action?” he joked, taking the newly brought bottle of rum straight from the barkeep’s hands and drinking straight from it.

[Nothingness]

Now it's a party!

That was certainly...well, not really unexpected, but a pleasant surprise. The last thing Luxord expected was some sort of compliment from Xigbar. "Always glad to help," he replied, taking a quick sip of his drink. Frankly, he was expecting Xigbar to throw up on some patron and cause a bar fight, but, whatever. Work with the hand your dealt.

Now this was a surprise! Zexion was here. "My dear Schemer!" Luxord cried jovially. "At last ready to join in on the fun. I always knew that someone so reserved as yourself had a bit of a drinker in you. Come, come!" He clinked his glass against Zexion's and finished his own drink off.

[Fate]

Poor clueless Zexion.
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Maybe coming over to them was a mistake. Yes, Zexion had decided that it was now. "Yes, let's go with that Xigbar," he answered sarcastically, taking another few sips after his glass was clinked. This was a bad idea. This was probably worse than the idea of bringing Axas into the Organization and letting him stay. If he stayed too much longer with these two, he was going to turn into something like them-- of course he was unconsciously taking more sips of his drink as he thought this.

He should leave. Yes, that's what he should do. He would be polite and finish this drink and then politely leave Xigbar and Luxord alone to do... whatever drunk people did. Zexion wasn't completely sure what people did when they got drunk. But... what else was there to do on a night like this? Plan something? Read? Even reading sounded boring at the moment. Besides, someone needed to watch and make sure these two didn't do anything stupider than usual.

The Schemer finished off his drink, putting the glass down. "So, I have to ask... how does this work?" Did they do anything else besides drink? Hopefully...

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[Nothingness]

Allow me to educate you

Well, that was both surprising and disappointing! The Schemer didn't even understand something as simple as having a good time without any malignant ulterior motives. Luxord patted Zexion on the back a few times before wrapping an arm around his shoulders and gesturing around the bar. "Simply put, my dear Schemer, we continue to drink! We lose all inhibitions, try to court the fairer sex in our inebriated states, and hopefully wind up with a happy ending! Otherwise, we continue to drink more until even our consciousness leaves us."

Slapping a hand onto the bar, he cried jovially so all could hear, "Barkeep! A round of free drinks for everyone!" His words were met with a cacophony of drunken cheers and raised glasses. The barkeeper merely shook his head, glad for the business, but not so much for the clean-up when they all left.