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

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

Yeah, it was going to be a very wild and bumpy ride in the restaurant now that she had Luxord and Xaldin on her hands as well, but she could hold herself back from grabbing the nearest utensil and gouging their eyes out if she tried really hard.

...keyword in there being "really."

She turned around and faced the other Nobodies as they stepped inside of the large restaurant and took their seats. "I'm surprised this scene is actually in front of me. I never thought I'd see the day any of you stepped foot into an eating area with another person," Larxene commented to break the ice.

If only "ice" could have been one of their faces.

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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…?

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 loudly, on the wooden seat with a very audible squawk of enraged surprise.

Flustered, Zexion quickly sat up to save whatever reputation he possible could, ignoring the blonde man's words in favor of looking around for the nearest possible weapon..

Unfortunately, the only thing in reach were salt and pepper shakers. Even so, he eyed them.

Maybe...

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.

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.

Since no one else paid the just-called waiter any mind, Xaldin looked up at the man. “Bring us your strongest and your finest liquor. We’ll need it right away.” The waiter nodded with a ‘very good,’ and hurried off.

“Luxord,” Xaldin said coldly, glancing towards him, “I suggest you leave Zexion alone. Though I admit it would be nothing less than first class entertainment watching Zexion hand you your ass on a golden platter, I have first dibs.” He cracked his knuckles. “And I was just denied a fight. The mood has yet to escape me.”

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 up with it. It's so incorrigible."

Now, one more thing…

"And you! Get me a scone, why don't you?" It made him wonder how that waiter seemed to escape his attention, so he shouted at him from where the poor man was trying to gather some liquor for the group. "And some jelly, you insolent twat." However, that last part was mumbled more to himself than the rest. He did not want to be kicked out of there without at least being drunk and having had a scone.

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.

Foul habit.. what were they thinking, anyhow? They had to meet with the Superior later! He was not going to stick around, that was for sure, even if he had to fight Luxord tooth-and-nail.

..Well. Perhaps he wouldn't take such extreme measures just yet. He still had his pride. Still, as soon as Luxord stepped away, the Nobody scooted to the edge of the bench, fully prepared to make his escape. Unfortunately, the blonde was back just as quickly as he had left, taking up station at the very end of the booth. Blocking Zexion's only escape. Only escape, seeing as how teleporting was out of the question..

He would just have to be patient.. wait for an opportune opening. In the mean time, he could always stiffly sit at the edge of his seat, glowering at the other present Organization members while contemplating whether or not he could pull off making a rock look like a scone.

Hm.

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.

It wasn't right to laugh. But that's why she did it. The chuckle was long and hard before it finally made way for her next words, "Are you three going to get anything to eat or will you merely have something to drink?" she inquired slowly, eyeing them all. After letting out a long sigh afterwards, she slipped into the empty part of the bench beside Xaldin and leaned back, her hands behind her head.

This should be very fun, now. Larxene smirked to herself.

“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.

Xaldin let Luxord’s rudeness die without a response, and instead reached for the most dignified drink on the table – wine. Wine was a noble’s drink, and it wouldn’t make one drunk unless one overdid things. The waiter had brought a carafe of a beautiful burgundy, which Xaldin helped himself to. The wine would ease the pain of being with such base neophytes. His one comrade was nearly pouting away, so he would have to either ignore the others or do damage control.

Knowing them, it’d certainly be the latter. At least the wine was delicious.

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."

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.

He had a plan, after all.

So now everyone looked as if they were about to jump on top of the table and begin some mortal combat in order for their escapes to cake place, but Luxord now looked like he was enjoying himself with his newly acquired tea and sugar. Xaldin sat silently next to her, drinking his wine with a bored expression.

Somehow me made it look like he was going to smack a bitch. Upside the head.

...now Luxord's grin looked like it was painted in place. Zexion's face, however, was still mirroring disgust. Larxene could see some mischief in there somewhere; the bitch was up to something.

"Luxord stop smiling like that before I slap you."

A girl could only take so much of his eerie grins.

Aaaaah. Tea, wonderfully blended with sugar and rum, just how he liked it. Somehow, it made being in a restaurant with people he couldn't stand much more bearable, soothing his oncoming temper instantly. Maybe if the bitchface took some, he wouldn't be as irritating all the time.

Breathing in the scent of his oh-so precious tea (though not as precious as say, time or those silly little games, mind you), he could tell that order had been restored to his world once more.

That is, until Larxene opened her mouth.

If he had a monocle, this was probably the point where it would pop from his eye and drop into his wineglass. Flabbergasting.

The smile did indeed fade, and he looked at her as if she just suggested he should dance on the table. "And what, dare I ask, is so immoral about me smiling?"

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