Beer, beer, beer~ [Very Open!]

[inthecenterfold]

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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[pretecorrotto]

Grumbling the entire way, Moon allowed himself to be dragged by Eyepatch down the bar, and eyed the establishment suspiciously. Several people had mentioned the place favorably, so it couldn't be all bad.

Shaking the other man off (or trying to, at least), Moon looked for a free table.

LMAO, YOU GUYS

[smokesordie]

The hand on his shoulder had made him tense initially, but he turned his head, glancing up to see Smoke. His lips barely had time to part, but definitely not enough time to utter a single word before all he caught was a flash of red and a hostile exchange.

Eyepatch abandon his mug on the table jumped to his feet, completely lost as to what the hell just happened. He bit the end of his cigarette, and kept both his hands raise, palms flat.

"What the shit, you two?" A bar brawl would've been fucking hilarious if it didn't somehow involve him, third party or otherwise. "Don't be hating! We're all here to chill! Make booze, not war!"

LOL BOOZE NOT WAR 1/2

[inthecenterfold]

"So you don't remember at all. Go fucking figure. Everyone 'round this place hopes and wishes for someone they know from back home to show up here, and when it DOES happen, who do I get? A fucking 'fraidy cat that abandons his own group when the going gets tough."

2/2 Canon ping ftw

[inthecenterfold]

Smoke took a drag on his cigarette, let the stick go, and crushed it under his feet. Then he faced Moon again with a look* that felt extremely normal - it said a lot of things: that Smoke was not threatened by Moon at all - a cocky grin - and that Moon was going to have his way in Smoke's own home over Smoke's dead body - a bullheaded glare with narrowed eyes.

"Learn to pick better friends, man," the redheaded said over his shoulder to his friend. " 'Cuz this guy's worthless."

[[*OOC: For the life of me I could not get my work computer to 'print screen' this moment from ep 15 "Fated Guys" so I could link the image here. *groan* So I can tell you that the moment is here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qYmCnqfta_Y at 4:17-23 or so. WARNING IT'S IN ENGLISH DX JUST MUTE IT, SAVE YOUR EARS!!!]]

Have a drive by tag (i.e. no need to reset posting order)

[redrobinhood]

Startled by the noise, Ghost peaked over the second story railing at the group. He calmly surveyed the scene, memorizing Moon's face and then dismissing him as a non-threat.

"Hey Red! You scuff up that floor, you're mopping it tonight."

He waved. "Sup, Eyepatch."

Then he ducked back.

Best. Bouncer. Ever.

[pretecorrotto]

Rage bubbled inside him and it was hard to keep it clamped down. Yeah, Moon felt like this was a very familiar scenario, and if this guy claimed to know him then there was no way they were anything like friends. Add to that the public humilation of everyone in the entire bar seeing him knocked down like that, and Moon was infuriated.

There was no time for a dignified comeback. Instead, he lunged out and caught the redhead's chin with his fist.

"What the hell is wrong with you, asshole?" he snarled. "I'm glad I don't remember anything if I associated with psychos like you. You think I'm scared?" He made a condescending noise, a very familiar "ch."

"Maybe you were abandoned because you weren't worth keeping around. Ever think of that, genius?"

[smokesordie]

A single brow raised subtly, and Eyepatch took in Smoke's words slowly. His expression gradually faded from one of apprehension to the realization that this clash resulted from something far deeper than mere intoxicated testosterone. Smartass remarks would be of no use here.

When he heard the shouting from overhead, Eyepatch spun on his heel, cigarette still clamped in his teeth. He waved a hand wildly. "Yo, Ghost, you're the mother fucker getting paid for this shit. Get your ass down here!"

1/2

[inthecenterfold]

Smoke stumbled backwards a bit from the force of the punch - he'd expected a punch to the stomach, not the chin, and dropped his weapon in shock.

Fucking hell that has got to be the most annoying sound in the universe.

But then Moon said something else...

2/3 I like my icons, deal B|

[inthecenterfold]

"Maybe you were abandoned because you weren't worth keeping around."

A part of him - a very small part - knew that this guy was referring to the incident that happened during their adulthood. However, what Smoke heard was in reference to the half-remembered childhood that Smoke had started piecing together for himself recently.

And it resonated with what Ghost had told him when he confessed it to him.

An even smaller part of him was a little disappointed, as if he'd been expecting a different reaction than THAT line of all lines to say.

3/3 Yes I expect some fuzz in here

[inthecenterfold]

Smoke just glared back at Moon.

"You don't know shit, newbie-douchebag, so stop acting you do. I know that I was carrying our buddies who were near death at the time, the fact that they were near death was all your damn fault, and that I wanted so badly to beat your face into the ground after that point I'm surprised I didn't drop them to do it when I did see it back then. So guess what jackass? I just did."

The hanyou brought a hand to his lip and wiped it away. "And yeah, I do think you were scared, now that I see your pale-ass face again - that's why you ran the fuck away. You were scared of how weak you are. Just a human against folks stronger even than me."

Smoke walked over to pick up his weapon and dismissed it soon after. "One punch, that was all you deserved of my time until you wise up some more, Sanzo. Later, Patch."

Then the tall redhead wandered off to talk to other, less headache-inducing people.

[pretecorrotto]

Smoke was spewing a whole lot of nonsense, and Moon had no idea what sort of tangent he was going off on. He did bristle noticably at being called weak, and his hands clenched into fists at his sides. 'Who does this son of a bitch think he is that he can judge me?'

"...Until you wise up some more, S[fzzzt]. Later, Patch."

Moon blinked. What had that guy just called him? Why had his hearing suddenly gone weird on that one word? There was too much going on. His head hurt from the punch, the adrenaline from the potential fight was swirling around in his system, and he had been insulted, humiliated, and dismissed in less than ten minutes.

"Fuck this shit," he decided, and looked at the door, turning to leave. "Shouldn't have let you talk me into this," Moon added, directing that comment to Eyepatch.

[smokesordie]

The corner of his good eye twitched, shoulders slumping exaggeratedly. Lifting his cigarette, he glanced down and paused, his eyelid widening when he realized it had gone out already. That was always so damn disappointing as it meant he didn't get to savor the last (and always the sweetest) drag.

Grumbling, he dropped the butt and muttered something of a goodbye to Smoke. Maybe.

Eyepatch slammed the rest of his glass before setting it to the table hard, reaching into his pocket and tossing the coins on the table to cover the tab. He swirled around, marching after Moon and trying to force that entire exchange out of his mind because fuck all if that was his business, and he sure as fuck wasn't gonna play middle man either.

"Dude, if I had the slightest fucking clue Smoke was gonna hate on you for something you can't remember, I would've recommended snatching a bottle and kickin' it somewhere for the night."

[pretecorrotto]

"Whatever, it's too late now," Moon said dismissively, exiting the bar and stalking off in one direction. He had no idea where he was going, but that didn't matter at this point. Walking off the pain seemed like the best idea that he had at the moment.

"I don't see why his issues are my problem-" Moon stopped abruptly, both speaking and walking, and pinched the bridge of his nose. Great, another migraine. He also had no idea where they were right now.

"Fuck!" he swore again, not having a sufficient way to let out his anger. Hitting something would definitely help.

[smokesordie]

Eyepatch followed. He figured he would until the guy told him to fuck off.

Nevertheless, he had no idea what the right fucking thing to say was, and the air was too goddamn tense to easily dismiss it all with a wise ass remark.

When Moon stopped, so did he, and he did what he did best: pulled out another cigarette and promptly lit it. Keeping the flame going, he extended the lighter toward Moon. "Need another light?"

[pretecorrotto]

"Yes," Moon said, after a pause, quickly slipping another cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it. After an exhilarating rush of nicotine, his shoulders sagged just a little. "Better."

Something else was nagging at him, so he figured he should ask. "Did you hear him call me by some other name? Because I heard his voice go to static for just one word."

[smokesordie]

Once Moon had lit his cigarette, Eyepatch slipped the lighter back into his pocket. He decided that was a good place to kick back as any, so sat right at the edge of the island, slinging his legs over it.

"Ah?" Eyepatch glanced up, exhaling a stream of smoke above him. That's right, Smoke had called him something, hadn't he? He brow creased a moment in concentration, and then he asked, "You mean Sanzo?"