Post by Flame on Mar 4, 2018 20:53:22 GMT -5
Leaning back against the wooden barricade most would call a bar Kaito found himself accomplice to a terror of his own making. Here in the hallowed heart of an old pub, he stood glass in hand staring at a rabble of troublemakers reminiscent of his former crew. The level of alcohol could be quite literally smelled in the air as the breath of each and every person in the room reeked of inebriation. In the midst of the rowdy bunch the Dragon's Wrath stared into his pint of liquor with heavy eyes. This sort of party reminded him heavily of his crewmates and most of all Jack and Kurt.
How'd I get into this mess ... he thought to himself staring at the ruckus that was quickly beginning to unfold. Thinking back he imagined the himself of three days ago swirling in alcohol back in his second home of Whiskey Town. The concoction of his own creation compromising his own judgement had got him the idea of meeting up with some of his old buds from the bar town. When they'd heard he was back they thought it only fair that the former bartender threw his party as all parties were in Whiskey Town, in an alcohol filled pub. However due to circumstances they'd had to throw it here in Porter Town. A strange circumstance but it was to accommodate the number of those former customers of his who'd moved out of the youthful town and to other prospects.
A slap on the back from a former friend awoke him from his momentary melancholy. Glancing up the laughing face told him that he was being too sentimental, Should get more in the mood ehh ... He looked around at the pack of drunks before him guzzling down alcohol by the glass. A half smile slid upon his face as he shrugged his shoulders. Opening his maw he tilted his head back and upended half of his pint into his throat. The surly concoction burned in his throat and the booze made him feel oddly crazed.
Drawing a hand through his unruly brown hair to pull it backwards he drank down the rest of his pint. Stepping into the crowd he found himself quickly ensconced in the mood getting into a series of manly games of arm wrestling. Once, twice he claimed victory over his compatriots atop a somewhat shaky wooden table, before the table cracked beneath the pressure sending him and another 'friend' of his tumbling into each other atop the shards of what was once a table. Laughter arose and abound and it took him a while to separate himself from it.
But after a time he did, dragging himself away from the rave for a moment to get back to the bar. Glancing around to see empty glasses around. He laughed and smiled before announcing. "ALRIGHT WHOSE UP FOR A CHALLENGE. I CALL IT THE RED DRAGON FLARE. DOWN IT BEFORE ME AND ALL YOUR DRINKS'LL BE ON THE HOUSE!!" He pulled forth two tall glasses from behind the bar. Stepping about it in a slightly tipsy manner he waited for the first competitor to line up.