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

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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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[witchtrials.livejournal.com]

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...