Characters: Smoke, Ghost, Thing, and [OPEN!] to anyone else hanging out at the bar tonight /o/
Date/Time: Wednesday early evening until Thursday early morning
Location: Smoke's Bar (Marketplace Island, 2nd Level
[Link here for visual reference!]Rating: PG13 for pub humor, drinks all around, and general raucousness (or so I assume will happen at
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Shaking the other man off (or trying to, at least), Moon looked for a free table.
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"Come on, newbie. Even you can't deny that after a few days of this fucking shithole, you don't want a drink?" And with that, he reached into his pocket, pulling out his pack of cigs and lighter in one hand.
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He sat down across from Eyepatch and watched the few other people mill around. "Not that bad."
Turning his head to observe the bar, he looked at the selection of liquors before finally deciding. "Beer."
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"Ah, just wait," he said with a bemused grin, returning his attention to Moon. "If it's a good night, some stupid drunk fucks will start belting karaoke."
His head turned, and since he was cheap and not all that picky. "Make that two."
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"Oh great," Moon sighed. "And it's always the ones who can't sing worth shit who attempt it."
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When the bartender came back with their drinks, Eyepatch took his feet off the table and leaned forward so his chair fell back on all four legs. He ashed his cigarette then grabbed his mug with his free hand. "Moon... You picked that name?"
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"Yeah, so?" he asked, setting the mug back down and wiping the froth off of his mouth with the back of his hand. "The ass told me to pick something from my dream. I spent the entire time staring up at the goddamn moon, so I figured it had to be important." He was constantly defensive about the name choice, since a few people deemed it 'cute.'
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"He thought he was a fucking comedian, the way he carried on." After that, he took another swig, followed by a drag from the cigarette in his other hand.
Lifestyle of champions, indeed.
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But! He officially decided he liked mood.
"Did you kick his ass? Oh, I know how funny that mother fucker thinks he is." The corner of his lips twisted into something of a bitter smirk. "Asshole thought he could keep cigarettes from me."
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"Cried like a pussy when I did, too," he said, another hint of a smile on his face. "Said he was going to tell the guards on me. Funny how none of them showed up when there was trouble."
Keeping cigarettes? Moon would've kicked his ass twice as hard for that.
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Smoke was positively thrilled to hear Patch's voice because he had been hoping to chill with his fellow addict for awhile now, especially in his own pad. He walked up behind Patch and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Yo man, what's uh---"
Sonofabitch! THAT VOICE! Before Smoke knew what was happening, he'd stepped around Eyepatch's side and to Moon's left side. Pulling back his left hand, he clenched it into a fist, and hauled off and punched the blond man as hard as he knew how.
It just felt like the right thing to do.
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Wait a second... That voice was the last one in my dream... and I think this guy's face matches that guy... and Hakkai mentioned someone else... Holy shit is this 'Sanzo'?
Smoke started huffing, trying to calm himself down. The man had fallen backwards out of the chair with a thud, yet still Smoke felt like the guy deserved it.
"Dude, I don't know who the hell you are, but your faces pissed me off, so consider this a free memory crystal." The redhead stood up straight and poked his chest with his thumb.
"Here I go by Smoke, so if you don't want your pretty blond hair chopped shorter-" Smoke summoned his weapon for emphasis. "I suggest you start remembering me and the shit you've pulled to make me hate you."
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Moon's vision slowly spun back into focus, where he saw Smoke's introduction. Something clicked when he saw the man's blood-red hair and eyes, but he was too enraged to properly digest the information. He barely even registered that the redhead had pulled a weapon of some sort out of nowhere.
Wiping the side of his face with his thumb (Good, no blood yet), Moon pushed himself to his feet. "You're going to regret that, bastard."
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