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[pilot_princess]

[There's a drunken laugh from the pink-haired alien-girl. She sniffles, trying to stop, and a glass cup roughly lands on the wooden bar. Obvious intoxication is made even more obvious when she tries to address you, lovely citizens of Discedo.]

Yeh know... Working here... at she bar... besht job everrr. Shih'nji.. is shooooo nice. He's... he's my beshtest friend! You guys... isht's slow todayyyy... should come by and... and drink with me! It's a paaaahty!

[And more laughs. They trickle off as Anemone pauses.] Oh! Coool... Dis-gay-do... y'work faaast...

[And the bar stool scrapes against the ground. Anemone abandons her communicator for a little; the door opens, and she gasps loudly.]

Shiiiinji! It's a puppet show!

[[ooc: no, Anemone, it's a marionette. Or around three of them. Drunken fighting for Shinji, welcoming bar commentlogs for everyone, otherwise tags are delayed until post-fight. Also for the bar nuts, Kureha offers knife-throwing for anyone who calls her old. 8D]]

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tipsy commentlog 8P

[prodigal-axe.livejournal.com]

Tch. Yeah? Well, they don't like you.

[Just barely ducking in time to dodge a thrown scythe... and then he has to duck again as it wings around in a circle.

His stomach is not happy with him.

...which he is completely ignoring in order to smash his bus stop sign down into the creature's shoulder. He kind of wants to keep that arm as a weapon afterward.]

tipsy commentlog X)

[pilot_princess]

[Anemone picks up the chair and just swings it into one of them. She's not really sure how many there are. Two, or three, or seventeen, or they're multiplying and dividing, or she can't see.

Her head's starting to spin, and there's an odd tickle on her face...

And warm liquid. She wiggles her nose, only to realize that there's liquid pouring out. Her tongue touches her lips and confirms that it's blood...

Ew. And she just licked it. Double ew.]

Shinji, am I bleeding?

[Extra confirmation. She wasn't really sure what she just confirmed and is just picking up the chair again and dragging it over.]

tipsy commentlog B)

[prodigal-axe.livejournal.com]

[Shinjiro manages to smash one of the two marionettes to the floor with an impressive, clumsy display of strength. Then he has to stumble back in order not to get a blade to the ankle.]

Stupid bastards...usually a lot easier to kill.

[And he beheads it. He turns to face the last one, and Anemone...his eyes widen when he sees the blood.]

What the... [His mind takes an extra second to process. Nosebleed, not injury. He's still sluggishly pissed about it.] Lets kill this fucker already. I'm tired of this shit.

Did someone call for a sober side-kick? Commentlog

[dontcallmegol.livejournal.com]

{Right, Ace had seen that recording and had every intention of casually responding to the happy drunk. That was until he saw the danger lurking at their door. Anemone and the Lights were in trouble! He couldn't see just how many of those things were actually there, he only saw three, but then again there could be more outside. Sanji'd never forgive him if he let something happen to any of them; Anemone, his boss or the bar.

So the fire user kicked it into high gear and ran his ass a few blocks to the Lights. He saw the flash of weapons and watched two of the three Marionettes go down. Wait... there really was only three of the things?

How do you kill one of them anyway? He almost slowed his pace, figuring the two could handle that last one. That was until he saw Shinji's drunken swagger and how he was distracted by-- Anemone bleeding!?

Deciding not to waste any more time being a casual observer, Ace dove into the fray. He drove his boot into the spine of the last puppet, scattering it to the ground. He then pulled out his knife, spinning it deftly in his fingers and driving it down into what would be the things neck. A twist of his wrist and he decapitated it. Seemed to work for the one Shinji took out. He stood, knife still held defensively in his hand. He glanced around quickly. Coast clear?}

You guys alright?

woo! the tipsy commentlog has sobriety! \o/

[pilot_princess]

[Anemone's not really sure if 'kill the fucker' is an answer for blood--surely, it should be obvious, since it's now dripping on her dress and her hands are turning red--but she has to ask anyway. Well... monster first, at least.

Where'd she put that chair? She glances around for it, only to catch the flash of a familiar person appear. Fighting with class, and where the hell did he come from anyway? She ends up just standing there with a hand at her nose, even though she's just bleeding on her fingers.

Monster dead! Great! ]

You killed it!

[All monsters dead, they could go back in now. She splutters, frowning.] Gross...

one third less tipsy commentlog -_o

[prodigal-axe.livejournal.com]

[Shinjiro hangs back at the approaching footsteps. Before he even sees who--or what-- is headed inside, he hefts the stop sign into a great stance for a downward-cutting slash. Which he never gets to use.

Instead of a marionette or a redead or some other nasty denizen of the city, a colorful burst of pirate appears with weapons at the ready and swinging. Shinji hangs back, relieved (to stand still for a god damned second,) and annoyed. He'd really wanted to knock the life out of that last one himself.

Oh well. While Ace crunches the last one's bones, Shinjiro heads over to Anemone and stares blearily at her for a minute.]

...That's just a nosebleed, right? You hurt at all?

[It seems she isn't. Luckily. He swears under his breath, then turns his attention to Ace.]

Guess we're both fine ... you didn't have to come all the way out here.

['Fine,' equates to 'dizzy and sick,' in Shinji's book, apparently. He's still trying to ignore that and not wobble too much while standing there either.]

one third less tipsy commentlog :| b

[dontcallmegol.livejournal.com]

{Ace turns to face the two when he notices Shinji's stance and the sign he was wielding. He sort of jumps, preparing to block or dodge the blow if the drunkard can't stop himself. Luckily for Ace the bar-owner wasn't quite that far gone and manages not to cleft the pirate in twain.

He sheathes his knife as Shinji lowers his stop sign and they both turn to look over Anemone's nosebleed.}

I didn't have to. {He shrugged.} Never know what kinda trouble you'll find though. Looks like you guys handled yourself well enough. {Not with the liquor though.}

one third less tipsy commentlog 8D

[pilot_princess]

[Anemone shakes her head. She's fine, for the most part, save for the drunkenness and the double-vision and the bleeding. She just grins for a moment.]

I'm okay. But Shinji, why are you so wobbly?

[Or she's wobbling. She doesn't really know. Except, attention span going everywhere. Her eyes shift and land on Ace, and a broad grin forms. It's a little crazy with the smeared blood, but she's genuinely happy to see him.]

Thaaaanks! Ace-Ace, I wanna hug!

[Arms outstretched, she heads over. He better hug her.]

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[prodigal-axe.livejournal.com]

I'm not wobbly!

[He snaps that out, but with an odd clenched tone at the back of his throat. He'll take ten times more dizziness than deal with his flip flopping stomach right now.]

Look, Ace... [Muttering something under his breath that might be 'thanks, I guess,' or maybe not.

Anemone and Ace are kind of swirling in his vision. Bright pink, red and black, and loud. That's the last straw for him. While Anemone reaches out for a hug, Shinjiro stumbles out and around the corner to get thoroughly sick in private.

He'll be there for a few minutes, throwing up everything he ate and drank in the past couple hours.]

one third less tipsy commentlog 89 <-- totally thought that was a ball-man fist-pump

[dontcallmegol.livejournal.com]

{He's a little taken aback by the snappy comment and watches the bar-owner...well... wobble. He's about to add his own two cents but decides against it. Anemone is bouncing his way anyway and he opens his arms to catch her and pull her into a hug. His brow furrows softly as he tries to get a better look at that bleeding.

He hears the muttered thanks and smiles softly at Shinji before the expression turns to that of concern again. He watches the other stagger off around the corner and hears his retching. He winces, poor guy.}

We better get you two back inside before more of these things decide to pay us a visit hm?

{He slings an arm around Anemone to coax her back inside. Once there he has every intention of going back out to see to Shinji. After all, a man needs some of his dignity and despite Anemone's morbid curiosity, he'd rather escort her inside and come back to give the poor bar-owner some privacy at least. He won't leave the man alone though, not with the potential of those monsters lurking and his condition.}

one third less tipsy commentlog 89 <-- totally thought that was a ball-man fist-pump

[pilot_princess]

[Hugs! The happy little pink girl just grins and stumbles over to him, wrapping her arms around him. Attempting to avoid smearing blood on him, she tries turning her head but she doubts it does much anyway. She'll be fine soon enough, once she sits down at least.

Once they start heading in, she just hangs onto Ace's arm, grinning for a moment before looking at Shinji. Was he running off?]

Where's heeeee going?

[The moment she's inside, she's almost completely distracted. He'll come in eventually. So she just grins at Ace and hurries off to get a towel.]