Post by viruswithshoes on Oct 2, 2021 20:44:04 GMT -5
An okama marine walked into a bar and sat down in front of a large fishman bartender. There was an awkward silence for nearly thirty seconds before the okama pushed back some of their blonde mohawk and tucked it behind their left ear.
After a something like a sigh and a groan, the marine tapped their blue painted fingers on the bar while expressionless.
"What's the difference between me and Amber Lead Syndrome? My dad didn't beat Amber Lead Syndrome."
The person in the long white skirt and matching sleeveless mandarin coat then narrowed their blue eyes at the bartender and grunted.
"That was a joke, you see. I've been told to work on my sense of humor. My father is quite alive."
Dagon, the marine in the white skirt and blue lipstick sighed once again and asked for five empty shot glasses. The white clad stranger then stood and ran an index finger across off the tiny glasses and filled them with their preferred brand of white rum from the South Blue.
"A free drink for whomever leaves now."
Three men took the offer.
"I have a quandary. I require a sailing vessel from you, Mister Orous. The problem is we have never fought. I can't trust a person I have never fought. I will need a few minutes of your time and a certain amount your blood."
With some practiced ease, the androgynous blue eyed blonde unbuttoned the long coat covering their torso and exposed a sleeveless, white Takoyaki Bell tee shirt that exposed two slender arms laden with tattoos. The coat fell onto an empty stool and waved gently as one more person decided to grab their free drink of leave the tavern.
Two decided to remain and as far as the person in white and blue was concerned they had accepted the danger of their situation.
"My name is Dagon Basqiat, mister Orous, and we will be fighting this evening."
After a something like a sigh and a groan, the marine tapped their blue painted fingers on the bar while expressionless.
"What's the difference between me and Amber Lead Syndrome? My dad didn't beat Amber Lead Syndrome."
The person in the long white skirt and matching sleeveless mandarin coat then narrowed their blue eyes at the bartender and grunted.
"That was a joke, you see. I've been told to work on my sense of humor. My father is quite alive."
Dagon, the marine in the white skirt and blue lipstick sighed once again and asked for five empty shot glasses. The white clad stranger then stood and ran an index finger across off the tiny glasses and filled them with their preferred brand of white rum from the South Blue.
"A free drink for whomever leaves now."
Three men took the offer.
"I have a quandary. I require a sailing vessel from you, Mister Orous. The problem is we have never fought. I can't trust a person I have never fought. I will need a few minutes of your time and a certain amount your blood."
With some practiced ease, the androgynous blue eyed blonde unbuttoned the long coat covering their torso and exposed a sleeveless, white Takoyaki Bell tee shirt that exposed two slender arms laden with tattoos. The coat fell onto an empty stool and waved gently as one more person decided to grab their free drink of leave the tavern.
Two decided to remain and as far as the person in white and blue was concerned they had accepted the danger of their situation.
"My name is Dagon Basqiat, mister Orous, and we will be fighting this evening."