ext_203816 ([identity profile] dominant.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2006-06-12 09:21 pm

...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.

[identity profile] sharp-gust.livejournal.com 2006-06-14 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
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.”