Mission #87 - It's My Party

[Blaka]

It was a warm evening in Serine City. Unusual for an isle in the North Blue, but not unusual for Amino Island. The sky was clear, not a single cloud disturbing the beautiful view of the setting sun. Bright colourful lights started to switch on everywhere. One club after another began to turn up its music. People flocked into the establishments, ready to enjoy another night.

Queen B. Melosa stepped out of the rundown inn they were staying at. While the rest of the Queen Pirates were relaxing inside, the captain herself had made it her utmost priority to get as much out of their last night here as possible. Hence her unusually fancy outfit. Her blades, normally tied to her back, were left in her room. There was little chance she'd need to fight tonight and if she did, there still was her Devil Fruit. Nothing on her person resembled her regular outfit. Instead, she was wearing tight-fitting black thigh-high boots and a yellow strapless dress that went down to her shins. Said dress had one pocket near her right hip that she had put her money bag in. Her traditional yellow gloves had been replaced by black ones today. The hair on her head was falling down in its unhinged wavy form.

Turning up her nose at some of the more shady looking joints. Dark strip clubs, smelly cigar places, moldy inns that were clearly preparing for drunk pirates to storm in and punch each other till morning, halls full of sweaty people jumping up and down. Those weren't the places she wanted to see. Luckily, there was plenty more to chose from. With a face of awe, the pirate princess strutted through the streets until she came close to the harbour, where the beach bars where located. La Colmena was anchored on the other side of the island, so she hadn't seen the ships parked here. Some were clearly pirate ships, others were tourist ferries, some belonged to the local security force. One particulary scary pirate ship caught her eye; bigger than most around it, with a intimidating flames all over the hull. The railing was spiky, like the teeth of a fortress. The Beehive woman shivered by the thought of what kind of person would chose to live on a swimming nightmare like that.

Eventually, Melosa decided to sit down at a cocktail place a good deal further down the street. There was a free table for two outside. A tea light candle and a string of lampions bathed the scene in warm red-ish light. Ordering something with orange juice and liquor in it, the pink-haired pirate took in the joyful atmosphere. Watching the crowd pass by, the Queen Pirate wondered if she'd make a new friend on Amino Island.

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What a pretentious island in every sense of the word. We're here for your entertainment! Even the slogan was frustrating to listen to, especially when it was being repeated every fifteen minutes by some random official that had decided to remind the tourists that they were walking on the happiest island in any blue. Pretentious!The sun had been heaven high the entirety of the day without a single cloud in sight on the blue marble that was the sky. The heat had been almost unbearable at certain points in the day. The reaction to this heat was immediate, as every icecream stand had been completely swarmed in people of all kinds. Attracted by the icecream were snotty kids, pulling at their parents pants and making scenes. Even worse were the scenes of the children who had dropped their icecream only to being wailing away at the injustice of this world. Perhaps that is exactly why Amy, as she passed through an overly crowded area, had gotten so absolutely infuriated. The woman was here to be entertained and have a blast. Instead, it was an absolute clusterf*ck of people who believed they were having fun, when they, in fact, were just standing in line to toss money away to see their children smile. Having had enough of this particular circus, Amy decided to claim a little bit of revenge. A sly smirk errupted on her lips, as she stuck her foot out in front of a small, fat kid with a propeller-hat. The kid was, undoubtedly, far too obsessed with his icecream to be paying any attention of any kind. As such, Amy caught his feet beautifully, tripping him up. Standing there, she watched a fat kid fall on his face, dropping an eight-scooped, (or something similarily ridiculous, Amy didn't bother counting.) icecream onto the pavement. For a few moments it was as if the world had completely stopped in its tracks. Everyone was looking down, in that beautiful silence just before the storm, expecting the howling scream of a monster. His ribcage heaved a couple of times, before a singular enormous breath filled his lungs. Errupting like an overdue vulcano, the screaming was so intense that several other kids were holding their hands over their ears. Amy, however, found the music so utterly sweet as she continued walking onwards. For some reason, Amy had experienced a slight change within herself. The fairy had begun accepting that the pain of certain obnoxious individuals could taste sweeter than honey.

The girl had arrived yesterday night at the port, alongside the Dusk crew. Recent developments had been all too serious, and the crew had unfortunately gotten quite an ill vibe to it. Everyone was on edge, tense and ready to stab the next living thing that came by in the back. Noticing this constant tension, the only way that Amy could think of relieving it, was giving everyone a bit of a breather. Spitballing ideas with the crew in general, this resort island, or entertainment island had been mentioned multiple times. So, being the gracious and diplomatic cough leader that she was, she had naturally accepted the pleas of her crew. They were all on this island for different reasons. Some knew about an underground gambling ring, where poker, blackjack and other such games could be played. Earning themselves some cash while kicking loose seemed reasonable to them. Others were here because of relatives, to share their stories and explain how they would soon be traversing to the Grand Line, and thus likely wouldn't return to the North Blue for quite some time. Another portion of her crew were there to simply cut loose and partake in the entertainment that the island offered, such as alluring people to voluntarily become the dusk's slaves. Lastly, there were a couple of sour apples that had decided against having fun, staying at the ship and keeping guard. The captain herself hadn't been entirely sure what to do with this island. These kind of situations always bothered her, because the fun was being cut short by queues and waiting in lines. So instead, she had wandered around, hoping to find something interesting. ..and she had!

It was a makeover project. They were taking in people, having them answer a questionaire, before giving them a full makeover. Normally this wasn't something that Amy would've even considered. The woman was quite content with how her appearances were. However, from the outside, she had seen quite a few interesting projects leave the makeover. They were being creative, daring, and she could see herself shocking her crew rather greatly. So stepping up to the booth, she paid the price and picked up the questionaire. It was essentially a few questions that reminded her a lot of those geeky boardgames. Facing a dying man, what would you do? With strange answers such as I leave him, afraid of getting in trouble. Grinning to herself, she took a completely different approach, by consistently writing her own full answers onto the board. I extort him for money & resources, taking revenge on whatever harmed him. Something for something, right? It took quite a bit to get through the questionaire as it was thorough, and her custom answers took quite the time to fiddle down between the other answers. Handing in the questionaire with somewhat of an arrogant smirk, the clerk pulled down her glasses to look over them, as she realised exactly what Amy had done to the questionaire. Strangely though, there seemed to be no real protest, as proceedings continued. Being lead to a chair, Amy was subjected to a blindfold. Supposedly part of the process, to mak ethe effect of the unveil so much stronger. They were washing her hair, cutting it, commenting about the rose-petals that made the process ever harder. From there, she was guided to the changing area, where a female voice assured her that noone was watching. Changing in outfit, she felt several silken-like bonds tighten around her body as cloth was being fastened to her. The main point of contention was just above her butt, and around her waist. Socks and boots, everything was given a thorough look through. From there, she was lead back into the salon itself, where a few gasps let her know that it probably wasn't horrendous. They could've been laughing at her, afterall.

The finishing touches were the harder ones to sit through. Firstly she was told to spread her fingers, so that the salon could apply nail polish. After that, she was instructed to lean her head backwards and look at the ceiling, as the blindfold was being removed. From there, they added a sharp eyeliner and dark eyeshadowing, with small sparkly bits, that almost made her closed eyelids appear like the nightsky. All in all, the process had taken several hours, and she had been extremely patient for the result. Finally she was guided, with closed eyes, to the viewing area. There were several mirrors placed around her, so that she could view herself from every angle without problem. Astonished, a wicked smile immediately errupted on her lips, as she was told the theme behind her makeover was nightmare. Thanking them for this enjoyable time and astonishing makeover, she recieved several notices that she was the first to write custom answers to every question, and that they were pleased to have satisfied her.

...Stepping out onto the streets again, the sun at this point was setting slowly towards the horizon, as twilight encroached upon the island. The deal was, that the crew and her would be here for a couple of days, so she had no need to rush to the ship what-so-ever. Instead, she figured a bite of food and some quality wine would go well with the rest of the day. As such, Amy went straight for a cocktail-place, attracting several gazes as she stepped. With every step, her black boots gave off loud clicks against the pavement. It was like music to her ears. Much to her dismay, the cocktail place was mostly filled up. The only immediately empty spot she could see, was besides another woman. Then again, with how fantastic she felt about herself, and how confident she was, such a small downside would do nothing to stop ruin her mood. As such, Amy sat herself down in front of Melosa, almost simultaneously with the waitress arriving. Taking the drink that Melosa had ordered and placing it in front of herself, Amy casually sipped at the drink through the provided straw. Tasting it within her mouth for a few moments, she turned to the waitress. "I think we'll take another one of these." Absolute and utter perfection.

Nightmare Amy's dressup.

[Blaka]

Both the waitress and the pirate princess were a bit startled at first. The utter confidence in the woman in front of them was quite impressive. A few people from the tables around them looked over as well, giving her a stage. Someone a few tables away scoffed at the rudeness presented.

Yet, Melosa threw her head back and laughed. A high, clear laugh that was her trademark. What a way to introduce oneself! Exactly her kind of people, someone who wasn't afraid to go up to strangers and make new friends.
"That's fine. Yeah, we'll take another one." she grinned.
The waitress found the whole thing less amusing. Obviously, as she had just wasted precious time. She frowned at the sudden new customer and sighed a "Right away..." before turning around to go get the requested drink.
"Sorry, you'll get a bigger tip!" yelled the pink-haired pirate after her, still chuckling.

Then, she turned her attention back to her new acquaintance. The woman was the same age as the noble girl herself, maybe even a year or so younger. Judging from her fancy attire, it was clear that she came from a rich part of society or at least had more than enough money to spend. It was rather different from anything Melosa would have chosen for herself though. Dark colours everywhere, nowhere broken up by bright ones. It didn't fit well with the rest of her demeanor. One would have expected such an outfit on a more miserable or at least less attention demanding person. A funny thought shot through the Beehive woman's head. This was the outfit someone would get after having spent too much time on that creepy ship she had seen earlier.

Smirking about that thought - it had to look like a friendly look to the brunette - the pirate princess started a conversation.
"This better be tasty, haha!" She put out her right palm to shake hands "My name is Melosa. Nice to meet you!"

Moments later, the waitress returned with another orange beverage.
"Mhmm, actually good!" the pirate princess rejoiced after taking a sip. Crossing her legs under the table, she continued talking. "So, I guess we can have a nice evening together, right? We should get to know each other...I suppose first of all I think you should know I'm a Pirate Captain. Don't worry" she added hastely "not the bad kind. We don't steal or plunder or anything like that! We are just..." trying to take another sip, her hair fell into her face. She  awkwardly tried to blow it away but that didn't work so she had to do it by hand. Usually the lass had it tied to pigtails, which got in the way a lot less. Annoying. "We are just free, you know. And you? What do you do?"

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First it was a pretentious island, now it was a pretentious person. While sipping on the beverage that she had so justly deserved, the other was going on and on about how they were supposedly friends or something silly along those lines. Crossing her legs and leaning back in a relaxed fashion, Amy nonchalantly placed the drink back on the table in front of herself. You'll get a bigger tip. This Melosa creature shared an incredible amount of traits with the people that Amy disliked the most. Justice, fairness, equality.. All those pretty words that, when it came down to it, didn't mean anything. This waitress life wasn't going to dramatically change because of a few extra beri. Nor could taking twenty extra steps to get back into the kitchen for a second drink be considered a huge inconvenience. The woman was being paid to perform a job. A job that she had chosen to be in. Sure, Amy wasn't going to advocate treating the waitress badly for no reason, but to go as far as to pamper her with promises of a larger tip.. plain and utterly digusting.

"Amy." Was the first, simplest and sharpest response that Amy could give. It was said in an almost brutal fashion, almost bordering the feeling she harbored of I wish I didn't have to sit here and listen to your crazy ramblings. The drink however, was fortunately making up for a lot of the unwanted nonsense that came her way. "No, we can't spend the evening together. I don't like you, at all. In fact, you're a bit of a freak." The girl then followed it up, phrased about as bluntly as it could possibly be. If that hadn't hit the homerun, nothing much else would. Sip, sip, sip. Genuinely, it was a good drink. Sipping on the coolness of it, Amy wasn't paying much attention to what Melosa had to say. Instead, she was looking all sorts of places elsewhere. The dark colored eyes finding almost no place to rest for more than a split second. Already now, she was making plans for where she was going to go as soon as this little drinking game became too boring for her to handle. Turning her face to look at Melosa to confirm that she was still blabbering, a soft sigh left her lips as she took the largest sip of her beverage yet...

...Only to spit it out all over Melosa in a hysterical laughter when the other mentioned she was a pirate captain. Flailing her legs up and down she was almost tilting over the chair that she was sitting on, in what could only be described as an explosive response. This sheep of a person claimed to be a pirate?! Even more so, she was trying to define the type of piracy that she was doing. Clapping her own stomach, Amy almost hit her head on the table as she bent forwards, snorting admist the laughing, tears literally being visible in the corner of her eyes. This was simply far too good to be true. Taking several deep breaths, and fighting the outburst of laughter down to being soft chuckles, Amy quickly brushed her hair back in place. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, genuinely. Just, I wasn't expecting such a joke at this time of day.." Coughing softly a couple of times, the girl shook her head. This was hilarious, though, she was also rather sure that the other hadn't been joking for even a moment. So it was time to give off a little lecture about what it meant to be a pirate.

"The only bad kind of pirate is the kind that stabs their allies in the back. To be a pirate is to break the law. You cannot claim to be a lawful pirate. That'd be the same as being a freelance marine you buffoon." Amy spoke, sliding over some paper that Melosa could use to dry herself off with. From having been a completely uninteresting object in Amy's world, Melosa had suddenly gained the woman's full attention. Ideals and goals were the things that Amy appreciated most in this world. Claiming to be a pirate on such weak conditions was pathetic. Someone needed to cut through and make a proper distinction. "My full name is Amelia LeSorange Delacreux, Captain of the Dusk Pirates. We plunder what we want. We help the poor when we want. We do what we want. None of this pretentious saint bullsh*t."
Clearing her throat, she lifted the drink. This time ignoring the straw, she was taking good chugs out of the drink. The drink had lost value in the face of this discussion, and thus, it wasn't being treated as finely as it had been before, when it was her main escape from the rambling Melosa. "..You're no more free than religious fanatics. Bound and chained by their silly beliefs and misguided visions."



Nightmare Amy's dressup.

[Blaka]

"No, we can't spend the evening together. I don't like you, at all. In fact, you're a bit of a freak."

This time, Melosa was just as negatively startled as everyone else had been. A freak? That hurt. Clearly, the stranger had made a completely false first impression on her. The people on the tables around them, who had looked away after Melosa's attempt to start a normal conversation, turned their attention back to the two girls - just in time to see Amy spit her entire drink onto the pirate princess face.

The Queen Pirate gasped in surprise, disgust and emberassement at the same time. Widely open eyes and a gaping mouth, a face that said What in the world is wrong with you woman, stared at the stranger. Who in turn found the whole scene apparently hilarious. Incredible! Her evening had just started an already she had figuratively stepped into a turd. Grabbing a table napkin Melosa tried to wipe the liquor of her face and neck while the offender tried to calm down.
"Now, now...wasn't that funny." mumbled the pink-haired pirate with a hesitant smile.

In regards to Amelia's speech, she tried to defend herself:
"I didn't say that we are lawful! We just abide to the rules that make sense. We are free to do whatever we want. Just don't want to harm people that haven't earned it...You wouldn't want to get your stuff stolen either, right? "

Her previous liking was completely washed away now. What a truly nightmarish person! For a second, the Beehive Woman thought about just leaving her. But perhaps there was a chance to turn her around? An sly plunderer like that couldn't be allowed running wild without any moral code. Anyone could change, that was her firm believe. After all, she had managed to turn a coldfaced assassin kid into a pirate on her crew. So anything was possible!

"I...think we got off on the wrong foot..." Having dried herself completely, she stuffed the napkin into her dress pocket. "I need to wash my face off and throw this away, gonna try and not make anymore jokes like that...be right back."

With these words Melosa got up and strutted towards the bathroom inside. Halfway there, an old man got in her way. He was small, about chest-height of the bee lass. His head was mostly bald, safe for a rim of white hair falling down at the edges. Contrary to everyone else the guy wasn't dressed for a party at all. Instead he was wearing a fine brown suit, pink button up shirt and a red tie. Only a crutch kept him standing under the weight of a, for his height, huge bagpack on his back. Huge rings under his eyes hinted at an astronomical lack of sleep.
"You there..." he whispered with a voice so shaky that it was barely audible "You're a good person, I heard you two. Friendly advise, do get off the island before 10..."
Melosa raised a brow.
"Sorry, what?"
"Just...listen..." With these words he scrambled past her. Highly confused the pirate lady looked after him. What weird people she was meeting today!

Shaking her head, the noble girl carried on to the bathrooms. A small room with a sink next to the door and three cabins in the back, opposite to the sink. Removing her gloves for a moment, she splashed a bit of water in her face and wiped it off with a towel. Thankfully she wasn't wearing any makeup that could have been ruined. Throwing a quick look in the mirror, everything seemed fine - in her face at least. Behind her, a cabin door stood slightly open. And inside, a red light was flashing. Suspicious, she put her gloves back on and walked over to look. Another gasp escaped her when the flashing light revealed itself to be the "ON"-signal of a detonation device, attached to three big sticks of dynamite lying on the ground.

What in the world... As quickly as possible, Melosa rushed in, opened the toilet and jammed the bomb inside. A static noise could be heard as the eletric detonator sizzled and drowned. Flabbergasted, the pirate princess stood there staring at it. Why would anyone want to bomb a cocktail bar's crapper. Unless the amount of explosives was enough to do more damage than that. She had no idea of things like that. Suddenly, it dawned her...Clearly, that's what the geezer had meant. There had to be even more bombs around! Did he plan to fire them all at the same time?

Trying not to panic, the pink haired pirate shook her head and hurried back to her table. Of course, the suspect old man had long left and making him out among the crowd would be impossible. A few tables around them had cleared, perhaps they had been scared away by Miss Delacreux. With a  deeply disturbed look on her face, she sat back down and quickly whispered at the Dusk Pirate:
"There was a bomb in the bathroom! That old guy with the bag just now must have put it there. He said they'd all go off at 10."
The Queen Pirate dragged her chair closer to the table and bend forward so that she could talk quieter with Amy still hearing her.
"I'd tell the police but there's a price on my head, I can't risk them recognising me. He sounded like there are bombs all over the island, half the town's going to explode!" Thinking about what self centered crap Amelia had spouted earlier, she added:
"That includes you if we don't do something! Can you help me with this?"

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Using one of the papers to gently dub her own lips, as if she was some kind of noble lady, Amy leaned back in her chair and watched the fury and tension build up within the woman whom she had just, incidentally, spit half a drink into the face of. It was strangely satisfying, mostly because Melosa didn't appear like the type to go onto a tantrum. Thus, when the other swallowed their own pride, and merely made a remark about how the joke must've been too funny, Amy merely nodded, as if she agreed with Melosa completely. Though, clearly, the young Dusk Pirate was merely being more of an ass. "It was completely irresponsible to tell such a funny joke while I was drinking. I could've choked." Sipping a little more from her drink to wash away the unpleasant experience, Amy's eyes were watching the struggle within Melosa, as the other seemed to forcefully bring herself under control. Interesting, absolutely interesting. These self-righteous people were some of the funniest around. Especially when Melosa started explaining their view on the world. Amy was visibly making a struggle not to laugh with her mouth full again. It was close, but she narrowly avoided spitting all over Melosa a second time. Fortunate, for the other captain of course. Getting herself under control and swallowing what remained of the drink, Amy let out a soft sigh. "It's all about progress my dear. The weak who have their things stolen will need to evolve to prevent it from happening again." Amy replied, clearing her throat for a moment as she looked around shortly to verify that they indeed had a lot of attention going their way. "They could choose to hone their craft, earning more money and thus hiring assistance to prevent plunderers. They could train their own skill, becoming capable of defending themselves against plunderers. They themselves could give up their old lives and earn strenght and recognition by taking from others.." Returning her gaze to Melosa, this was truly how Amy felt about the world. Progress wasn't a bad thing, and there would always be disparity amongst people. "The food chain forces the world to move forwards. The hierachy in the world forces people to new heights. To fully seek the humans potential, one needs to overcome strife." The more conflict that the world faced, the more technology and theories were moving forwards. There was always a need for something new, something better, something stronger. As soon as that progress died, the world would slowly stagnate. People would focus more onto sports and celebrities, business and politics, than they would progress. The government was, in Amy's mind, a corrupt institution to turn the people into sheep. "Surely, you won't argue there's a difference between the government stealing the peoples money through regulation and taxes is any different than pirates stealing from the government? This isn't evil, this is nature. Face it, embrace it." ...

The conversation temporarily ended there, as Melosa rose herself to go to the bathroom. Amy wasn't going to blame the other for making such a choice. Frankly, if something similar had happened to herself, it was probably the first thing she would've done. Right after slapping the offender straight to the face, naturally. Crossing her legs calmly and relaxing, she ordered another drink in Melosa's absence, while also drinking the rest of Melosa's drink itself. Starting to feel a little tipsy, Amy was, overall, in quite a good mood. Around this kingdom she knew her crew was up to no good. They were gambling, stealing, selling drugs at the clubs, or even just partying away in a drunken haze. Taking in a deep breath, she rose from her seat with her drink in hand, looking out towards the city. It was about time that she got out there and had some party fun herself. Except, the exact moment that she had planned on abandonning Melosa, the woman came back with a shocked expression on her face. Sipping on her new fresh drink, Amy was somehow inclined to sit back down.

Tilting her head to the side and listening to the others tale, Amy wrinkled her nose. A bomb, in the bathroom, by an old man with a bag? No less, it obviously had to have been an old man coming out of the women's bathroom. Raising an eyebrow inquisitively, if it had been most other people Amy certainly wouldn't have believed it. Though, even if she believed in Melosa, that didn't really stop her from placing some sarcastic remarks. "An old man planted a bomb in the womens bathroom. See this is exactly why I finished your drink. You've probably had more than enough already, I would say." The drunkenness was coloring Amy's cheeks a little blush at this point. "...Okay, I'll help you. Here's what we should do. We go out and party until nine-thirty. Then we return to our ships and enjoy the fireworks!" Smiling widely, clearly pleased with her own plan, there was only a minor problem with it. The Dusk Captain's crew was out there in the city partying. It was her crew. Just like she had mentioned above, there was noone who would be allowed to take something that belonged to Amy away from her. There was a moment of silence where Amy just inspected Melosa's response, before she sighed deeply.

"Fine, fine... I guess it cannot be helped. Besides, ever since we arrived in the Gehenas, the authorities have been looking for me aswell. Questioning or something. Piracy, jurisdiction, bla bla bla. Not like I have time for such nonsense." Rising from her chair, Amy then called out to the surrounding individuals who were clearly there to have a good time. "Listen up fine folk! I'm going to start a party at the Ecuador Eldorado Nightclub! It is going to be the biggest, baddest party you have ever witnessed! There will be free bar, stripping and much more. Tell your friends that Captain Delacreux is firing it up!.. No marines allowed!" Winking to some of the boys, she then attempted to grab Melosa by the arm and start leading her away. Naturally, in her other hand, she still had her newly ordered drink. Walking away, she obviously neglected to pay for their drinks.

..."Right. This should gather most people at that one particular club, so you can investigate the others freely. Naturally, you'll have to pay for an hour of open bar. I'm sure a captain of your stature can manage, right?" Grinning to herself, Amy was visibly in a party mood. In fact, this whole bomb threat had only made her evening so much more engaging and fun! With the word of Delacreux starting a party spreading, she was also rather confident that she could gather the crew quickly and get them out of harms way. A devious and cunning woman she was.





Nightmare Amy's dressup.

[Blaka]

Protesting at first before Amy was able to drag her away, Melosa quickly grabbed a handful of coins out of her pocket and threw them on the table. She had no idea how much their drinks had cost, but this was surely more than enough.

Getting lead down the street without much choice, she tried to make out any sign of the old man among the crowd. To no avail. The news of the Delacreux party spread like a wildfire. People were rushing out of the bars and flocking towards the Eldorado Nightclub, in the opposite direction of where the two girls were going.

"I don't have that much money what were you thinking?" hissed the pirate princess at the tipsy Dusk Pirate.  After hearing the reason for it, she rethought her stance. "Sorry, good idea...small price to pay if we can save everyone."

After a few more steps however, the she finally withdrew her gloved hands and stopped walking. A realisation had hit her. Opening her mouth, the pirate princess wanted to explain her sudden stop to the Dusk Captain, but noticed that the noise of the masses outside would make that impossible without shouting and attracting too much attention. Instead, she pointed at a shady inn they were about to pass and waved the brunette to follow her inside. The bearded Benny it said above the door.

Upon entering, the pink-haired pirate immediately got understood that she had made a mistake. This inn was one of the dirtiest, shadiest places they could have chosen: A large room with no windows, brittle wooden floor and tables riddled with termite holes and rat bites. Unbearable stench of cold smoke hang in the air. A slow, melancholic violin melody played quietly played on loop somewhere in a corner. Not a very inviting atmosphere over all.

However, the bartender made up for the univiting vibe of his joint. A large man with a bald head and a thick brown beard, smiling from ear to ear as the ladies came in.
"Customers!" he cheered with a deep voice "Everyone left a minute ago for some sort of free drinks somewhere downtown. Was already about to close for today. Come in, come in!"

"Yes...hello..."
While Melosa carefully stepped towards a chair near the counter, her boots clacking on the wood with every step, the innkeeper grabbed two huge wooden tankards and filled them to the brim with beer.
"This one's on the house if you stay a while!" he laughed.

Having arrived at the counter the Beehive Woman grabbed her boot-sized brew with both hands and tossed a huge gulp down her throat.
"Thank you!" she nodded. At least the drink was better than the place looked. After Amy would sit down next to her, the Queen Pirate stared down at her beer, trying to keep it together.
"I realised we have no chance of finding all of them..." She took another gulp to calm herself. "Like...they could literally be anywhere. He said leave the island...we have no idea where we should even start!"

Oh how she hated not being able to do something. In her earlier days at sea the bee lass would have had a panic attack by now, at least that was under control. As in, as long as she had something to distract herself. Which in this case was....she took chugged the rest of her drink down in one go while listening to Amy's response. Immediately, the bartender, who she assumed to be the bearded Benny himself was next to her with another ale.
"Rough day, huh?" he mumbled.
Melosa just nodded and gladly took what he offered. The sudden expression of shock hushing over Benny's face when he looked more closely at his customer went unnoticed...

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Looking to Melosa, the girl's eyebrow raised inquisitoriously. "Of course it was a good idea. I was the one who had it, afterall!" Laughing whole-heartedly, Amy was busy drinking when the other captain stopped in her tracks. Pointing to a more shady bar, Amy chuckled openly. "Y'know, I didn't think you were that frisky!" Tipsy felt nice, especially when she was cutting loose. Technically, the girl might've been a year or two too young to really go out and get drinks while clubbing, but noone seemed to care. In many regards, she was the light of every party she ever joined in on. Such was just the way of life. Upon entering, it became apparent that the word was indeed spreading. People were flocking towards the destination where Melosa and Amy had already disarmed the bomb, so while not everyone was going to be safe in the most hilarious outcome possible - Amy really liked explosions as long as she was out of harms way, and seeing Melosa fail would definitely be funny - they were off to a good start. Additionally, she was certain that her crew wouldn't be in any real danger, so at this point she was only there because she was interested in how Melosa would handle things. Scouting out another captain, mayhaps. 

"Oooh! Free beer!" Amy squealed happily, finishing her more exquisite drink and placing the glass on the table, before grabbing onto the tankard and getting a few good chugs in, wiping the beer foam from her lips. Ahhhhh! Good stuff. A soft hic left her lips as she had been drinking a little too quickly for her own good. Amy was, afterall, still extremely light of frame and not very heavy. Nor was she an experienced drinker, so alcohol tended to hit her quite harshly. Burping lightly, she was staring deep into her beer when Melosa started whining like a little sissy. Certainly, whining wasn't going to help, and it was in fact frustrating Amy to be paired with someone so incompetent. This wasn't half as fun as she thought it would be. There was still the chance though, that Melosa would do a mistake while attending one of the bombs, and therefore blow herself to bits - a scenario that Amy wasn't willing to let go of just yet, so she decided to give a little more insight.

"Y'know.. *hic* ... If I was a pissed off wealthy-man, who was bothered by the loud clubbing and youngsters acting stupid..." Taking a pause to get some more beer indoors, Amy's cheeks were slowly starting to get a blush to them. The girl was going to be sailing in a couple of hours, but for now, she still had most of her reasoning intact with her. Slamming the now mostly-empty tankard onto the bar, she turned to face Melosa. "...I would probably target the clubs that were.. *hic*... S'cuse me." Finishing the rest of her beer, it seemed that she was getting distracted by herself, thus instantly making some odd gestures before going back to drinking the beer, then eventually returning to finishing her sentence. "...The clubs that were loudest, and closest to my home. You could always start looking there." Looking now at the barkeeps terrified and shocked look, she tilted her head to the side, before raising her hand and pointing directly at him.

"Oi! You're scared of this little whimp of a pirate captain?! I dare say you know not just wh--" A pained expression ran over Amy's face as she had gained an elbow to the side, clearly meant to shut her up. Instead, it caused her to change attitude completely towards Melosa - so it interrupted her, but it didn't stop her talking. "Hey, what was that for?! You wanna fight?! Bring it, I'll slap you silly!" Melosa had managed to interrupt Amy at a very furtious timing, although she seemed utterly displeased with it herself. Afterall, she had been mere moments away from explaining exactly how great of a pirate she herself was!

Nightmare Amy's dressup.

[Blaka]

"So it is you!"

Despite the timely elbow jab, it was already too late. The bearded Benny had had his suspicions before but as soon as the lady at his table had actually said pirate captain, he was sure. Shivering, he stumbled a couple of steps back.

"Really!?" had had trouble before not to hysterically scream at the bratty lass for her awful behaviour. First the insults, then the spitting, now this! "Really!" she repeated, still in disbelieve of how much of a fool was sitting here next to her. Obviously she wouldn't start a fight with her, they still needed each other to survive, but she damn well wanted to.

"We can't just go around telling everybody! The police here aren't funny and we have a bomber to deal with! Can't you just...Gruuuh!"
Angrily wheezing, Melosa was getting red in the head too, but for entirely different reasons. Or so she thought. The Queen Pirate was slowly getting affected by her drinks too. And that usually turned her into an entirely different person. It awakened her noble heritage - and anything arrogant connected to that.

"Stop right there!"
Instead of screaming at her acquaintance, the beehive woman directed her wrath at the poor barkeep who was trying to slowly step sideways in the direction of his back door. Benny froze right where he was.
"Who do you think I am!?"
"Y-you're that Queen B. girl! The one who destroyed Dauntaun! There's a 25 Million prize for catching you!"
"See!?" the pirate princess turned her head back to Amy and snarled snarled "Who's the sissy now!?"

Slipping off or the crumbly bar chair, she simultaneously let her hands slip out of their gloves. The rage at Miss Delacreux now mixed with anger at somebody who wasn't even here: El Roble, the people who had actually executed a terror attack on the island of yolers and then blamed the Queen Pirates for it. Because of them, her name was now associated with a brutal mass murderer.
"So you got me Ben..." she smirked "What do you think happens now?"
Reminding her of them was a grave mistake. Right now though, playing the villain was probably the best way to both get the respect of her partner and prevent the barman from ratting them out. It probably would have worked too - if Benny had not been faster.

Suddenly, quicker than his large stature should have allowed for, he ducked, reached under the table and came back up again before any of the girls could react. In his hands, he held a sawn-off shotgun, which he hectically aimed back and forth between the two tipsy captains.
"Listen or I blow your brains out! That's  my plan, bitch!" he shouted, his head red as well now. "Hands up and into the corner over there! No tricks!"

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Breaking out in open laughter, Amy was finally smiling at Melosa. Smiling widely. "This is the first time you've pronounced you're proud of what you've achieved! Cheers to that, you finally gained some self respect! Bartender, give us 'nother!" Completely oblivious to the fact that there was a gun openly pointed in their direction, Amy was far too busy and far too drunk within her own affairs to really work it all out properly. In her own little twisted world where everything went according to her designs and plans, Melosa had finally stood up, said she was a pirate and that she wasn't a sissy. Strangely this course of action had struck home with Amy, that was now convinced Melosa wasn't a spineless coward that was afraid of how the world saw and reacted to every single step she took. A pirate needed to be confident in themselves, they needed to be capable of standing atop of the world, shouting their dreams and ideas at it, not caring who spat anything in their direction!

...Though, where was that drink going off to? It certainly hadn't been served yet, and they hadn't had the chance to cheer on recent developments! Turning towards the bartender, Amy bit her lip, blushing softly from the alcohol, as she stared down the barrel of a gun. It was clear that this insignificant man thought he had the upper hand. That simply wasn't the case. "Well well well, looks like we have found ourselves even more spine." The girl completely changed her tone, obviously flirting and making fun of the bartender at the same time, biting the tip of her index finger while speaking. "Oh please mister bartender, don't put me in cuffs! I've been such a baaad giirl~"

Purring, then laughing, Amy was slowly rising up from her chair. The bartender was completely cornered. It was obvious that the young pirate didn't give a rats ass that he had a gun pointed at her, so the dilemma was obvious. If he fired the gun and she was somehow a monster in disguise, he could wave bye-bye to his own dear life. However, when Amy leaned in over the bar to grasp for something additional to drink, preferably a dark caramel rum, mmmmh... the bartender had thought she was trying to harm him. A loud bang went off, as a shocked expression mounted on Amy's face. Blood had splattered across the entirety of the bar, and it was clear that a sawn-off shotgun hit at such a short distance had done some serious damage. Fortunately, not the entirety of the force had gone directly into Amy. Because of the tension, his aim had been slightly above her right shoulder. Still, all the way down to the edge between collar and chest was nothing more than torn up flesh, and her right arm would be completely unusable. Blown off balance, the Dusk captain was thrown backwards, down onto the floor where she was now groaning in pain.If she had been slightly further away from the gun itself, it could've torn the entirety of her chest to pieces. Even then, Amy was still drunk, so the way she structured her sentences were being constructed completely awkwardly.

"W-wow. T-that was loud, wa-wasn't it?.. Uugh." Grasping at her own shoulder, she was shivering, quivering, unaware of what Melosa or the bartender was up to at the current time. The blast having gone off so close to her head had left her ears ringing. There was pain, there was blood, there was a hint of fear within her. Cold, so so very cold. "E-eh?.. I-I've been.. I'm bleeding?" The realisation hadn't dawned on her till this very moment. The complete shock had Amy just lying there on the floor, trying to gather her senses, trying to get back up, but it seeemd for a vast majority that all she was capable of, was lying there on her back, flailing like a trapped turtle.

Nightmare Amy's dressup.