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] witchtrials.livejournal.com 2006-06-24 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
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.