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

witchtrials June 16 2006, 21:10:00 UTC

Zexion rolled his eyes once his future-makeshift-weapons were snatched away, one of his own hands raising to swipe at Luxord's 'tsk-tsk'ing one. It was just despicable; a Neophyte ordering around and scolding him, as though he were some rowdy child incapable of functioning without supervision. Perhaps he could have understood if there was some sort of meaning behind all of this... but there wasn't. They were all gathered for the sake of getting drunk. Zexion did not get drunk ( ... )

dominant June 17 2006, 01:41:56 UTC

Larxene was standing in front of the round table now, leaning on her stable elbows which were planted firmly on the table. A chuckle emerged from her lips when the waiter returned with the liquor Xaldin had ordered a few moments ago. Ugh. No, that would not do.

"Hey, be a good waiter and get me a Lemon Cry. ...Please," she finished off, reluctantly adding the "please" so that she wouldn't be deemed as the rudest woman present in the large restaurant. The waiter shuffled off after leaving the rest of the previously-ordered liquor on the small table. The blonde's attention was once again directed at her fellow Organization members, namely Luxord and Zexion who looked like a dog and a cat that had just emerged from confinement with each other ( ... )

sharp_gust June 21 2006, 19:53:31 UTC

((OOC: Thanks, guys, for being so patient as I got my shit together. :3))

“I doubt you could get this group to agree on some food, Larxene,” Xaldin replied. “At the least, everyone agrees they like to drink.”

It got better every moment. Zexion sat alone, sulking like a child. Luxord was still the arrogant brat of the group. How he deserved, how he needed a good, sharp punch in the face! Xaldin would love to give it to him, but not here in the restaurant. Some sense of decorum needed to be preserved. Undoubtedly Luxord and Larxene were going to get smashed. Wonderful. Xaldin would not be joining them on that route. Of course he’d enjoy drinking the alcohol, but he wouldn’t get blitzed the day before meeting with Superior. Showing up with a hangover to that meeting would merit undoubted punishment ( ... )

gamblingfate June 23 2006, 23:56:10 UTC

Taking the ordered food off the waiter's hands and ordering some tea and sugar, Luxord spitefully ignored number Six's pouting in the corner, as well as Larxene's snickering and Xaldin's glare of imminent annihilation. The two higher-ranking members did not earn his respect, and he did not plan to give them any until they had. And as for Larxene? Well, she was just sadistic, and he could care less what she thought.

Now with tea, sugar, and the rum the waiter had left before, number Ten began the chore of mixing the contents into a separate cup, smile never leaving his face.

"So, does anyone mind explaining what I was absent for? As much as I enjoy running around in the dark, I can only assume understanding the events passed would be an advantage."

witchtrials June 24 2006, 00:43:38 UTC

Pouting? Pouting? Certainly not. Zexion thought of himself as much too professional to pout. If anything, he would have categorized his current mood as... seething, perhaps. But why wouldn't he be angry? He wanted to leave; which he planned on doing.. very, very soon.

The Nobody sat rigidly in place, hands folded neatly and professionally in his lap while he attempted to glare a hole through the side of Luxord's head. After the waiter dealt out various dishes and cups, Zexion's angry expression turned to one of utter disgust as his co-worker began to mix together his newly acquired beverages and sugar. All with a smile on his face. He would have loved nothing more than to verbally beat the man stupid for both his atrocious table manners and his nerve, but.. why do that, when he could just as easily make a break for freedom?

While the blonde busied himself with mixing his.. drink (ugh) and asking questions, Zexion quietly slid himself towards the opening of the booth, making sure to keep a calm compusure as he did so ( ... )