GOT ONE MORE BOTTLE OF JACK [Rum Night]

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    It had been too long since she'd been to a party... or any event, really. But she wanted to at least have Rum Nights with her Clanmates a couple times a month, though this time she would be inviting DarkClan and BoneClan along as well.


    Decorations around the tavern were pretty minimal, but the venue wasn't the attraction, it was the menu. There was a wide range of alcohols available, not just rum (though that's what Sel would be having), as well as plenty of options for the kids and non-drinkers. Meats, eggs, vegetables, cheeses, things one would eat during the first couple weeks of a voyage. There were also some games out in case anyone wanted to play.


    "Rum night!" The Captain called, a satisfied look on her face.


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    Sel had mentioned this at the meeting, right? One of the npcs had told her that she couldn't have the rum, which didn't make any sense since the party had the word 'rum' preceding it. Waiting until later or sneaking a taste at some point would have to do. The tavern, however, took away from the thought of rum as she scrambled around the area to have a look at the decorations and food laid out. Others would be coming along too, no doubt, but she got here first. Kind of. Technically Sel was here first. After somewhat waving a forepaw at Sel, she went over to the spot where all the food was and picked out an egg to eat first.

    [center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]Nico wasn't really a big drinker, but Mary had been and he could remember fondly many nights when they'd go to bars filled with ruffians and drink and dance the night away before he'd carry her home as the sun peaked over the horizon. She always was a bit of a lightweight, but she loved drinking and partying.


    But now wasn't really the time to be drifting off in thought; Sel had announced a rum night, and though he wasn't really in the mood to get drunk he'd still go and have a nice time. He'd decided to leave Trudy behind, since she hated crowds and he didn't want her to be uncomfortable.


    The tom entered the tavern, and though there weren't many guests yet it was still pleasantly busy enough. He waved to Sel, and noticed Xylia running around and decided to keep an eye on the ferret; alcohol could easily stunt the development of children, and he didn't want the curious little girl to get hurt.


    He decided to make his way over to Sel to start off, and took a seat next to her. He didn't know much about the captain, even though he saw her practically every day, so this might be a good opportunity to get to know her.


    "Hi, captain." Nico greeted. "This place looks beautiful, did you set this all up yourself?"

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    Sel waved at her Clanmates as they came in, nodding at an npc then Xylia so he'd know to make sure not to let her near any alcohol. It probably wouldn't take too much to kill her, with how small and young she was.


    Then Nico was sliding up on next to her and she flashed a smile at him. "Hi, sailor. Thanks, I did. Y' want a clap o' thunder?" She raised her drink as an example.


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    [center][fancypost=background-color: none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size: 9; line-height:110%;color:;][font='Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif']---- edward was impressed, to say the least. the decorations of the tavern were grand, but he would likely forget them after getting wasted. he planned to down as much alchohol as possible before passing out. the cream feline walked over to sel and nico, with an already half empty bottle o' rum. "you really out did yourself tonight, cap." he grinned
    [spoiler=info]GENERAL:
    EDWARD JAMES KENWAY | EDWARD, CAPT. KENWAY | MALE
    ⚑ heterosexual;; biromantic;; pansensual
    ⚑ twenty eight moons | ages every 11th
    ⚑ member of the skulls | no titles
    PHYSICAL:
    [font='arial'] ⚑ DOMESTIC FELINE [main] | health: 98%
    — tall, with a bright yellow/cream coat, with darker spots and front left paw. bright baby blues.
    — has two piercings in right ear. has shark tooth necklace around neck. carries tool belt with a pair of pistols, pirate scimitars, and a dart gun.
    — major injuries:
    — minor injuries:
    ⚑ JACKDAW | health: 100%
    — unnaturally coloured jackdaw, matching the same cream color of his feline form, with the same sky blue eyes. slightly larger than the normal jackdaw, edward has an expanded wing span and longer tail feathers.
    — major injuries:
    — minor injuries:
    PERSONALITY:
    ⚑slow to trust, with an aggressive manner. is practically a walking lemon, filled with salt, on the side of a glass of an alchoholic drink.
    POWERS:
    ⚑ summoning - discovered *unmastered
    ⚑ under-water breathing - undiscovered *unmastered
    INTERACTION:
    ⚑ will start fights if provoked * will finish fights
    ⚑ extreme physically | hard mentally | fights honourably
    ⚑ attack/speak in #DAA520
    ⚑ see his biography

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    She huffed a flattered laugh. "Hardly - but thanks. Whatcha want to drink?" She downed a gulp of her rum. Her plans weren't unlike his, she just had to not make an idiot of herself in case any BoneClanners or DarkClanners showed up.


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    Nose twitching, she picked out another egg and began to force it down her throat before she saw another feline arrive. That's when she saw that Nico was already here too, and both of them were speaking with Sel from what she could see. She swallowed the last bits of the egg and slipped underneath the table. This was rum night, and trying a little rum would be a must. She just needed to be casual about it, or else sneak her way to the closest drink. A sip couldn't hurt. It might taste really nasty anyway. The fish she'd tried a few days ago hadn't tasted too good, and the same might go for the rum, too.

    [center][fancypost=background-color: none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size: 9; line-height:110%;color:;][font='Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif']---- edward chortled. "aye, think i'll just stick to rum for now. are any of the other clanners comin'?"
    [spoiler=info]GENERAL:
    EDWARD JAMES KENWAY | EDWARD, CAPT. KENWAY | MALE
    ⚑ heterosexual;; biromantic;; pansensual
    ⚑ twenty eight moons | ages every 11th
    ⚑ member of the skulls | no titles
    PHYSICAL:
    [font='arial'] ⚑ DOMESTIC FELINE [main] | health: 98%
    — tall, with a bright yellow/cream coat, with darker spots and front left paw. bright baby blues.
    — has two piercings in right ear. has shark tooth necklace around neck. carries tool belt with a pair of pistols, pirate scimitars, and a dart gun.
    — major injuries:
    — minor injuries:
    ⚑ JACKDAW | health: 100%
    — unnaturally coloured jackdaw, matching the same cream color of his feline form, with the same sky blue eyes. slightly larger than the normal jackdaw, edward has an expanded wing span and longer tail feathers.
    — major injuries:
    — minor injuries:
    PERSONALITY:
    ⚑slow to trust, with an aggressive manner. is practically a walking lemon, filled with salt, on the side of a glass of an alchoholic drink.
    POWERS:
    ⚑ summoning - discovered *unmastered
    ⚑ under-water breathing - undiscovered *unmastered
    INTERACTION:
    ⚑ will start fights if provoked * will finish fights
    ⚑ extreme physically | hard mentally | fights honourably
    ⚑ attack/speak in #DAA520
    ⚑ see his biography

    [fancypost=background-color:; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px;]"Right here. Ahoy there, matey," Dante drawled in his best stereotypical pirate accent in response to Edward. He dipped his head to Selfdestruction as well. "Thanks for inviting DarkClan. Real interested in this." The Skulls had a territory that really suited the whole pirate-buccaneer-arr thing. And of course, they had rum. What was a slashbuckler without his trusty old rum? Okay, he'd stop making corny pirate remarks in his mind...for now.


    The Doberman waltzed over to the arrangement of food and drinks with a wide grin. These guys knew how to live, didn't they? Before he knew it, a decent-sized amount of rum was right between his paws. This would be his first time having run, so he decided to take it easy first. He took a few small sips, letting the flavor sink in. He almost coughed it out, but forced himself to keep it inside instead of make a fool of himself. Before he knew it he grew adjusted to the flavor and decided to down the rest of his drink, licking his lips afterwards. Yep, he'd definitely have more of this stuff. And that would eventually be embarrassing for him and entertaining for those to watch the aftermath.

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    [center][fancypost=background-color: none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size: 9; line-height:110%;color:;][font='Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif']---- edward smirked a bit at the doberman, it was quite obvious he'd never had rum. his took a long gulp of his, relishing the taste as it drained to settle in his belly. '"that's the good stuff now. a little will go a long way." he winked and swirled his bottle.
    [spoiler=info]GENERAL:
    EDWARD JAMES KENWAY | EDWARD, CAPT. KENWAY | MALE
    ⚑ heterosexual;; biromantic;; pansensual
    ⚑ twenty eight moons | ages every 11th
    ⚑ member of the skulls | no titles
    PHYSICAL:
    [font='arial'] ⚑ DOMESTIC FELINE [main] | health: 98%
    — tall, with a bright yellow/cream coat, with darker spots and front left paw. bright baby blues.
    — has two piercings in right ear. has shark tooth necklace around neck. carries tool belt with a pair of pistols, pirate scimitars, and a dart gun.
    — major injuries:
    — minor injuries:
    ⚑ JACKDAW | health: 100%
    — unnaturally coloured jackdaw, matching the same cream color of his feline form, with the same sky blue eyes. slightly larger than the normal jackdaw, edward has an expanded wing span and longer tail feathers.
    — major injuries:
    — minor injuries:
    PERSONALITY:
    ⚑slow to trust, with an aggressive manner. is practically a walking lemon, filled with salt, on the side of a glass of an alchoholic drink.
    POWERS:
    ⚑ summoning - discovered *unmastered
    ⚑ under-water breathing - undiscovered *unmastered
    INTERACTION:
    ⚑ will start fights if provoked * will finish fights
    ⚑ extreme physically | hard mentally | fights honourably
    ⚑ attack/speak in #DAA520
    ⚑ see his biography

    A new distraction deterred her from going for the rum, and after snatching a bit of meat off of one of the tables, she went off to pursue it. Almost. Technically. She went for the closest table by the DarkClanner before hiding away and tearing at her latest piece of meat. The new scent quite intrigued her, but she didn't want to approach. What did the Skulls smell like to other groups? Hopefully not like fish, but if not fish, then what? And what did DarkClan technically smell like? Just DarkClan, or their territory as well? Did they live in a jungle too, or some other place? Eventually she would get around to trying the rum, but some curiosities were stronger than others.

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    Sel's eyes followed Xylia as she darted under the table, though of course they couldn't follow her once she was out of view. "I invited DarkClan and BoneClan - we'll see if anyone comes or not." She told Edward and then, as if summoned by the question, there was Dante, using pirate slang as well. Hmm, she couldn't tell whether she should be offended or not - nah, it wasn't an arr and she didn't want something so silly to ruin the night. "My pleasure, glad you could make it!" She purred, watching as he went and got a drink, starting slow then getting into it the further down he got.


    She had no idea what the Skulls or DarkClan smelled like, but she imagined the former smelled like seasalt. And come morning: rum.


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    Trailing in soon after Dante, the Darkclanner looked around the place with an awkward look on his face. A small smile seemed to be fixed on it as he settled by the other Darkclanner, watching as he attempted to drink the rum. Whirl was pretty much only here because he had wanted to see what their allies were like (as they really hadn't interacted much in a while). The grey wolf twitched his tail in slight amusement as he watched his clanmate splutter on the alcohol. Not eating (as well... he couldn't exactly), he had also decided against drinking because he was still young, along with his experiences with the beverage. His mother had been a heavy alcoholic and his father had occasionally had alcohol to... interesting results (and apparently ghouls could take alcohol).

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    The small tabby wandered in a bit late, but she had arrived nonetheless. Like the other kits, Terra was instructed to "stay the fuck away from that rum" or else face quite a sum of punishment. So, the kitten trotted over and grabbed some juice, happy that she was able to drink something here. Noticing Xylia, the kit grabbed another cup of juice and balanced them as she wandered over to the familiar face.
    "Hello Xylia!" The kit said with a small purr. "I brought us some juice! Juice is 'sposed to be good for us. Not like the stuff's them's all drinkin'."



    ♚ makaio

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    Sel waved a paw at Whirlingpaw as he came in, briefly wondering if she should ask about Yuuma. It was kind of tempting but... What if something bad had happened? Eh, she saw him enough that she could ask some other time when they weren't at a party. "Hey Whirl, how's it goin'?" Her gaze drifted over to Terra, an approving smile on her face as the kit grabbed the juice boxes and headed on over to Xylia.


    Downing another shot of rum she looked around. "Mm, I know what this place needs." She muttered, sliding over to Edward. "Hey, y' reckon y' could sing us somethin'?" It was difficult to tell if the slurred words were normal or because she was starting to get drunk. After all, she did frequently cut off the ends of words even when she was sober.


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    The intention here was to try a sip of the rum, and listen in on the conversations going on when she could without actually injecting herself into the conversation. Terra's voice and the sharp smell of juice deterred her from continuing the little quest. Well, more so postponed it than anything. "'Ello, Terra!" Her voice turned into a squeak, but she didn't take too much notice of it herself. She couldn't say too much about whether or not it was true that juice was good for them. "I'm gonna try some rum, whatever it is." She said, glancing at the juice before reaching out to grab one and bopping her head in a silent thank you. It didn't smell too bad. Very..sweet.



    Terra blinking with wide eyes, looking carefully at Xylia. Trying rum and defying orders? Why, that was uncalled for in this femme's life. Her head lowered, now beginning to whisper, for once in this loud kitten's life.
    "Xylia, ain't that a naugh'y thing to do?" Terra asked quietly, putting her juice cups down. "Won't we ge' in trouble?"
    Her head turned to look around at them, looking for any straying eyes locking on the pair. Terra's head then focused on the rum above her, hopping up with Xylia. Her head drifted over the cups, taking a whiff of it as well. She didn't like the smell all that much, though that could be the intense anxiety she was feeling from being so close to the forbidden beverage.



    ♚ makaio

    [center][fancypost=background-color: none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size: 9; line-height:110%;color:;][font='Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif']---- edward nodded. "aye aye, cap'n." he cleared his throat and downed a swig of rum before starting.

    "    As I went home on Monday night,
    as drunk as drunk could be
    I saw a horse outside the door,
    where my old horse should be
    Well, I called me wife and I said to her:
    “Will you kindly tell to me
    Who owns that horse outside the door,
    where my old horse should be?”
    [spoiler=info]GENERAL:
    EDWARD JAMES KENWAY | EDWARD, CAPT. KENWAY | MALE
    ⚑ heterosexual;; biromantic;; pansensual
    ⚑ twenty eight moons | ages every 11th
    ⚑ member of the skulls | no titles
    PHYSICAL:
    [font='arial'] ⚑ DOMESTIC FELINE [main] | health: 98%
    — tall, with a bright yellow/cream coat, with darker spots and front left paw. bright baby blues.
    — has two piercings in right ear. has shark tooth necklace around neck. carries tool belt with a pair of pistols, pirate scimitars, and a dart gun.
    — major injuries:
    — minor injuries:
    ⚑ JACKDAW | health: 100%
    — unnaturally coloured jackdaw, matching the same cream color of his feline form, with the same sky blue eyes. slightly larger than the normal jackdaw, edward has an expanded wing span and longer tail feathers.
    — major injuries:
    — minor injuries:
    PERSONALITY:
    ⚑slow to trust, with an aggressive manner. is practically a walking lemon, filled with salt, on the side of a glass of an alchoholic drink.
    POWERS:
    ⚑ summoning - discovered *unmastered
    ⚑ under-water breathing - undiscovered *unmastered
    INTERACTION:
    ⚑ will start fights if provoked * will finish fights
    ⚑ extreme physically | hard mentally | fights honourably
    ⚑ attack/speak in #DAA520
    ⚑ see his biography

    The only thing she associated with trouble was danger. She wasn't familiar with the concept of getting into trouble under the watchful eye of adults. She'd barely opened her eyes up by the time her mother disappeared. "I don't know." Without waiting for someone to do much as glance in their direction, she sank her teeth into the loose cork of a bottle on the table and pulled it down to where Terra had set the juice cups. "It's just a taste. Why call it rum night if we can't try any of it? You don't have to if you don't want to." She didn't want to force Terra to try it if the feline wasn't comfortable with it. But Xylia wanted to try it, and by golly she intended to as soon as she yanked the cork free from the bottle.