Taking the night off. [OPEN]

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Who: Nuriko and whomever wants to join in.
When: Tonight, after evening sirens and onward after dark
Where: Club 24
Summary: Strength-based shenanigans?
Warnings: Slow tags.

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Disclaimer: This man can lift tons. Easily. And throw a house.

[getslost]

A club was a predictable choice of location for a man to be found in when said man liked his drinks. Alot. An unfortunate thing, to be sure, was that, more often than not, Zoro found himself actually required to pay for his drinks on this island

[wont_lose]

The crowd was openly torn. On the one hand: free alcohol, and who doesn't want that? On the other hand, no one seemed willing to step forward themselves and take the risk...which led to the only logical step: trying to volunteer each other.

While groups of friends quickly dissolved into hushed and somewhat slurred bickering (You should do it. No way, you go. You're the one who's always at the gym!) Nuriko sighed and made a show of yawning. This could take a while...

"Really? That's too bad," he said, voice lifting just enough to carry over the din. "Well, if no one wants a shot I guess I'll have to pack up and go."

The warrior smiled lightly as he got to his feet, making a show of gathering up the money he'd won so far, money that could go into buying so many drinks. The crowd was quick to disapprove and the search for someone else to be a sucker was growing heated while the willowy looking and very feminine man whistled quietly and waited for the tipping point to be reached.

(OOC: Nuriko could do the same and his strength

[morethanmyria]

Garr had no particular love for whatever they called this noisy overcrowded place, but when you wanted to drink at night in this town you either stocked your kitchen ahead of time or you took what you could get. It wasn't like he hadn't put up with worse places in his life; like a mountain in a windstorm he paid the crowd no mind.

Mostly.

Large men who couldn't hold their drink bragging about their prowess in a bar was really nothing new or interesting. He hadn't even looked up.

When the crowd started laughing, he did.

Somewhere around the third or fourth competition, Garr raised an eyebrow. Several more drinks and the better part of an hour later he was something that anyone else would have described as 'very nearly almost sort of mildly impressed,' but Garr preferred to think of it as all right, I'm listening. He did not impress so easily

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The crowd was slow to fall quiet, those nearest Nuriko's table still rowdy and eager to cheer this new challenger on. He was their only hope for free beer, a god among men for even stepping forward, three cheers for--

Oh. For Garr, apparently. The rabble fell quiet and made room for him as he approached, watching the both of them in awe...or drunken confusion as they wondered if they were hallucinating, it was hard to tell.

Even Nuriko's eyes widened and his smile faded a touch as the Guardian stepped forward. He'd faced down monsters before, but there was something different about this one. Some calm and collected look in his eyes that told Nuriko it was time to stop playing around.

Yet that sweet smile returned and the moment passed, the warrior gesturing elegantly to the chair opposite end of the table.

"Good! I've been hoping for one," he replied with a wink. Already the crowd was stirring back to life, eager to cheer on this new challenger. Surely Nuriko's winning streak was at last at an end.

[un_fated]

Rimudo, in all honesty, wasn't paying a great deal of attention to the competition -- in all honesty, didn't care. He wasn't there for a show of strength -- just a quiet, quick drink before heading back out into the street. Though he spared a brief glance to the hoots and hollers behind him, he went back to his drink. A dark mark -- dried blood? -- flecked his cheek. Had his clothes not been dark as well, they might have shown signs of similar, fresher spatters