Comments | paixaorpg: ...ONE TEQUILA, TWO TEQUILA, THREE TEQUILA FLOOR. [ Closed ] ]

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...ONE TEQUILA, TWO TEQUILA, THREE TEQUILA FLOOR. [ Closed ] ]

Jun 12, 2006 21:21

Character(s): Larxene, Luxord, Zexion, and Xaldin.
Content: Finally time to go to Actua Are for some food and drunkenness.
Setting: Actua Are
Time: Late, late, late Sunday night.
Warnings: Luxord, drinking, probably swearing, Luxord being in the same room with other Org members. :D

( And Larxene finally stepped inside of the Actua Are hotel, with three other Organization members behind her, still in pursuit of her alcoholic beverage. )

actua are, luxord, zexion, larxene, before restart, xaldin

Comments 12

gamblingfate June 13 2006, 05:03:46 UTC

It did not occur to Luxord that, maybe, Number Six did not want to be dragged along to the hotel. It didn't occur to him that he should be polite and ask first before grabbing the Nobody and teleporting with the others to said hotel. It didn't even occur to him that he should be respectful to someone of a higher ranking instead harshly shoving Zexion into a booth.

Some people say Number Ten is an uncaring, disrespecting asshole. They are right.

"Now you listen here," he pointed a finger at the man he had all but tossed into the seat almost accusingly, voice low as if he was speaking to a child. "I am well aware of our "predicament" and I have one rule. If I am stuck with you, you will not be a whiny bitchface all the time. For now, I hope you are tolerable, and if it means you have to be wasted out of your mind to do so, so be it."

Now where was the alcohol…?

witchtrials June 13 2006, 06:42:16 UTC

It was a shame such thoughts never crossed Luxord's mind-- they were quite spot-on, really. The last thing Zexion wanted was to be around a group of Nobodies he had absolutely no desire to neither converse with or even see. Which was the precise reason why he had decided to slip away from the assembly after the Superior had departed; he needed some time to himself, to relax, and to think things over. However, things had not gone as planned. Dear Number Ten had the audacity to grab him and relocate him to some.. hotel-restaurant-and-bar thing.

As could be expected, as soon as they both materialized again, Zexion was downright seething to the point where words escaped him. The young man attempted to remove himself from Luxord's grasp, managing to bark out an order of, "Get away from me!"

Not quite as eloquent as he would have liked, but it served it's purpose.

Whatever phrase he was going to snap out next (he got the "How DARE y--" part out, atleast) was cut off as he was abruptly shoved into a booth, landing hard, not to mention ( ... )

dominant June 13 2006, 06:55:51 UTC

The snickers that were threatening to spill out of Larxene's mouth were eventually released when she saw Luxord shove Zexion into the booth and lecture him like a schoolmaster.

"Face it, Zexion," she began, a blasé look on her face, her hand making the same type of motion it habitually did, "you're not getting out of this one. ...Ooh, I'd like to see the outcome of this one, actually," she continued, an interested look on her face. "Keep going."

"HEY!" she yelled afterward, gesturing toward the waiter, "YOU! Get your fucking self over here before I pull you over myself," she bit out, mumbling the last part to herself. The man walked toward them, stopping at the table and edging away a bit when he saw the two Nobodies lodged in a corner arguing.

"What can I get you all to drink?" he inquired quickly, pasting a smile back on once again.

...Ooh, look! Zexion was eyeing the salt and pepper shakers on the table. It was a shame they were rounded.

sharp_gust June 14 2006, 06:08:51 UTC

This was wonderful. Perhaps he should not have agreed to this without thinking it through better.

Xaldin had serious doubts that anything relevant to their mission would be discussed at this gathering. He should have known when his rant had been cut short in favor of traveling to this eatery. Interesting. At least Larxene had decent taste, he noted as he looked around. No, they wouldn’t be conspicuous at all in a place like this. Still, he’d remain silent on that count. Maybe Larxene knew what she was doing. Maybe.

After the spectacle of Luxord showing Zexion his seat, Xaldin took his own, careful not to sit too close to any of them. Luxord still had a death wish waiting to be granted. With the way he was handling Zexion - and speaking to him as well - it might need to be fulfilled sooner rather than later. And of course Larxene was laughing at this. Disrespectful neophytes ( ... )

gamblingfate June 15 2006, 16:38:50 UTC

Oh, now that wouldn't be safe, would it?

Seeing Zexion's murderous gaze travel right towards the salt and pepper shakers, Luxord only sighed in annoyance. While one hand scooped up the soon-to-be weapons, the other made the universal "tsk, tsk" motion, blue eyes glaring slightly at the younger man. Really, the thought that Number Six would want to do something as rash as bashing Luxord's skull in with salt and pepper shakers was just disconcerting.

"As for you, my dearest friend," Xaldin could probably already tell by the tone of voice Number Ten was using that he was still being just as spiteful as before and it was not going to change anytime soon. "I was merely suggesting that we have fun for now, alright?" Turning away from Zexion's homicidal glare, Luxord pulled over a chair from a nearby table, setting the shakers down there for good measure, and positioned it by the head of the booth. He was not really in the mood to sit next to the blue-haired bitchface. "Now, shut up about missing your goddamn brawl as I am no mood to put ( ... )