Wealth, Adventure, and the Open Sea: A One Piece RP.(Arc 4: Porte Carlo.)

[NeoAC]

As Sammi settled in with the rest of the group at the bar, Hal said the magic words. "Two glasses of your finest dark rum then. On the rocks. With a slice of lime in one of them."

As the drinks came sliding down the bar, Sammi grabbed both and placed the one with the lime in it in front of Marielle. "Not sure how much you can handle right of the bat there, Mari, so I figured you could use the lime if you need it." She quickly took a shot of her own drink and smiled. "Mmmmmm," she noted, pleased as she set her glass back down. "This is actually pretty good considering. Good choice. Enjoy, Mari."

 

[CounterAttack]

"Cheers," Marielle answered, raising her own glass to her lips. Clearly Sammi was more used to alcohol than she was, judging by the way she drank. Marielle took a smallish mouthful, and instantly found a sharp, slightly limey taste. It was good, better than the drinks she'd had in the past year... but when it went down she felt the almost entirely straight rum sting her throat a little. It smarted, and made her eyes water a tiny bit.

Still, she gave a small smile as she set her glass back on the counter. She was by no means planning to down it all at once. Taking it slow was probably the better way to do it.

 

[NeoAC]

Sammi watched Marielle take her first sip and had to laugh a little bit. She could see the grimace on her face, and the tears welling up in her eyes. "It grows on you, believe me."

She took another shot of her own drink. "So Mari, what are you going to do on the ship? I mean, pretty much everyone on there has a role. You heard Hal over there going on about how he's are dealer and everything. So what about you? What can you do besides blowing stuff up good?"

 

[tsatoma]

"And I'm covering for these guys, so give em whatever they want and send the bill to me."

'It'd probably be best for me to not order everything in here then; though it'd be an interesting thing seeing Hal's face after he receives the bill,' Alaena thought with a smirk
after sitting down. There was no menu so she had to ask the bartender what there was to eat.

"We mainly have some simple stuff in the ovens in the back. Most of our supplies should be refilled in the next few days, but as for now we're down to the basics when it comes to food," the bartender explained as he wiped clean a mug with a rag.

"Simple is fine. What do you have?" Alaena asked, watching the man clean a dingy mug. She hoped that everything else was clean, though she knew she shouldn't be picky considering how this seemed to be one of the few open places to eat.

"Well we can make something like a salad if you want that, or you could have some soup from the back. Made from some fresh leeks we got before this whole fiasco started. For the main course we've got some beef and bacon pies in the oven, anything else I'd have to see if we've got in the back."

"The soup and pie sounds good enough," Alaena replied, already anticipating the food. The bartender nodded and went into the back for a minute before coming back. "And to drink?"

"Just some water. I don't really drink," she replied, getting a nod and a glass of water placed in front of her. "Food'll be out shortly," the man said, placing the seemingly clean mug and rag down on the back counter.

 

[CounterAttack]

"Honestly... I don't know. Maybe I'll just be extra hands to do what's needed," Marielle answered Sammi. "Perhaps there's something that you guys don't have yet, someone to fill a specific role. Negotiations, maybe? Oh, but no, you've got Hal for that..." To buy herself a little time to come up with ideas, she took another, slightly larger sip from her drink. Again she grimaced and her eyes watered after swallowing the rum.

"Is there something that one of you could teach me, maybe? Something that only adds to what you already have to do? If there's nothing available I could always start out as the cabin girl," she suggested. Menial chores was possibly the easiest place to start out, unless Peter already had something in mind for Marielle to do aboard the ship.

 

[Mr. Omega]

Spoiler: Ok, folks, lets wrap this up

Ok, I'm going to be starting the next arc soon. Everyone should probably wrap things up.

Peter shrugged. "You can manage to find something to do. We aren't exactly that hurting for a position. Except maybe a chef. And a doctor when Alaena decides to leave." He took a couple sips. "You'll have plenty of time to get things figured out."

After a couple hours, Peter got up. "Ok, I'm gonna do one last inspection on the ship before I turn in for the night."

 

[NeoAC]

"Yeah if you could cook, that would be awesome," Sammi agreed. "It's been a while since we had someone who could make anything better than toast on board. Ah well, you'll find your niche soon enough, Mari."

As the hours passed and more rum hit the bar, Sammi was feeling pretty good. She didn't make Marielle have any more after her first one, she could tell the younger girl was not ready for alcohol of that proof at the quantity she was used to.

As Peter left, leaving Hal and Alaena on one end, and herself and the newest crew addition on the other, Sammi was feeling a bit more open. "So, Blue," she quietly slurred over to Marielle, under the newly formulated premise that the less syllables she used, the better. "It's gonna be so awesome to have you on the ship. You don't know how bad it is when you are the only girl on a ship. So much stank, so much scratching and talkin' bout sex stuff. But now we can totally talk and that'll be awesome!" She was repeating her words now. It was obvious the usual filter on her mind had been tossed away to allow for quicker alcohol intake.

 

[Fragrance of Mtn Dew]

"....Huh? Uh, yeah. See... See ya later, Cap'n." Hal managed to slur to Peter as he left. He would never admit it, but he was kind of a lightweight. Even though he hadn't had nearly as much as he'd seen Sammi slugging down, he was way more drunk than she seemed to be. It wasn't all bad though. He was more relaxed than he had been in weeks and his head spinning made it so he barely even noticed how sore his legs were. He finished his fourth whiskey, which just about did him in, and slumped over on the bar.

This drew the bartenders attention and he approached Hal, clearly somewhat annoyed. "Hey, hey! I don't drink in your bed, so don't you go sleeping on my bar! And you say you're gonna be paying for everyone so let's see some proof that you can actually afford it, eh?"

Hal opened one eye and stared at the bartender for a bit before grumbling and opening up his briefcase. He selected two rubies he had pulled out of the Budero safe, since he had lost all his cash there, and set them on the bar. "Fuck yoooouuuu.... And keep the change." He would regret that in the morning, but at the moment he wasn't thinking very clearly.

The bartender's eyes lit up upon seeing this and he snatched the rubies up quickly, examining them to see if they were real. Eventually, he was satisfied and poured Hal another glass of whiskey. Hal fumbled to get his hands around the glass for a bit and then chugged the whiskey down in one gulp. As he set the glass down, he noticed the room had begun to spin along with his head. That last whiskey had been a mistake it seemed, so he decided to leave while he still had the ability to do so. He cautiously stood up from his seat and began making his way to the door.... Only to stumble about halfway there and fall flat on his face. "Fuck..." Hal groaned as he shakily got back to his feet and stumbled out the door.

 

[CounterAttack]

Marielle could tell that Sammi was drunk from her posture alone. The words coming out of her mouth were just an addition to that fact. She was a little out of it herself, after just the one glass... and she hadn't even finished that. It was just sitting there unattended on the counter. Marielle had bigger concerns: most notably, a certain drunk woman talking to her.

"Okay... sure, we can talk. But later, okay? In the morning, maybe?" she suggested to placate the inebriated Sammi. The best way to deal with drunks, if they were too out of it to notice what was going on around them, was to get them to rest somewhere, hopefully getting them to sleep. With that in mind, she got up, gesturing for Sammi to do the same. "Come on, let's get you out of here, eh? We could all use a rest after today."

The trick was not to mention how much booze the other person had had. They would complain that they could still go for another glass or tankard or whatever. Marielle just had to get Sammi away from the supply of available rum. And to do that, it was a simple matter of convincing her to go back to the inn for the night.

 

[tsatoma]

A quick wave goodbye was given to Peter by Alaena once he said he was heading out to check on the ship and turn in for the night. 'I need to head back to the inn soon to get some sleep before the morning,'she thought, taking a bite of the savory beef and bacon pie that had been brought out to her a few minutes ago. The food had been good, though the somewhat fresh leek soup had definitely been the better of the two dishes. The bacon was a too rubbery, and the beef was somewhat tougher than she would have liked. 'It served its purpose though. Time to head back.'

She took the last bite before putting her fork down and cleaning herself up with a cloth napkin she had been given, looking over at the front of the bar after hearing Hal fall down on the floor. When he had been louder earlier with the bartender she had ignored him, knowing he had simply gone overboard with the drinks. 'Though why someone gets so drunk that they can't even function I'll never know.'

"Have a good night," Alaena said to the bartender who was still gleefully examining the two rubies he had been given. A very cheery farewell was given to her by the bartender as she left the establishment, catching up to Hal as he stumbled around outside. It was sort of entertaining watching him stumble around in the night. After a dozen yards though she helped keep him steady by supporting him with her uninjured shoulder, escorting him back to the inn. "Next time don't drink so much if you can't take it," she told Hal.

 

[NeoAC]

Sammi powered down the remainder of her glass and looked over at Marielle. "Yeah, I sink you're right, Blue." She reached over and grabbed the little that was left in Marielle's glass and finished that while she was at it. She held the lime in her teeth, to take the edge off the last little bit of rum, and to get the juices out so she can get her five a day. "All right, if you're ready, I'm ready. Let's go!"

Sammi pointed at the door and headed out, expecting Marielle to follow on after her.

 

[GoWithDAFro]

Yoje and Grana's food arrived shortly. It could've been better, but considering everything the island had been through, Yoje didn't feel he had a right to complain. He left a generous tip and stood up from the table. "Well, I'm going to get some sleep, and maybe a bit of training. Good luck finding what you're looking for, Grana." He left the dining room, and headed for his own bed.

 

[Mr. Omega]

The morning came, and Peter was now right at the edge of the docks, waiting for the others to arrive so they could leave. "C'mon..." he was pacing back and forth.

 

[CounterAttack]

The first thing that Marielle noticed when she returned to the waking world was a fairly strong headache... she rolled over in her bed with a groan and rubbed at her eyes. While the rum had been good at the time, its consequences were a literal pain to deal with. As Marielle got up, cleaned herself up, dressed and tied her hair back - she let it loose from its ponytail when she slept - she wondered how Sammi must have been feeling, seeing as she had had a fair bit more to drink.

After downing a few glasses of water with her breakfast, which she paid for at the inn, Marielle headed out into the streets... and promptly shielded her eyes from the sun. The morning sun was too bright; it hurt her eyes. Marielle felt terrible... was this what a hangover felt like? If so, she would likely have to get used to drinking, if she was going to be travelling with people like Sammi.

She vaguely recalled people mentioning a ship... if they had their own, it would be down at the docks. Nursing the remnants of her headache, since the water had dulled it a little, Marielle began to head in that direction with her pack on her back.

 

[GoWithDAFro]

The morning sunlight shone through the window of Yoje's room, waking him up. He rolled out of bed and stretched his arms. Yesterday's bruises were still there, but Yoje felt a lot better this morning. "We're finally leaving Lasklee today. It feels like we've been on this island for a week." Even though their next destination might end up being just as dangerous, Yoje was still looking forward to leaving. He quickly got changed, and opened his window to jump out onto the streets. Breakfast could wait. He wanted to leave.

As he was walking towards the dock to see the ship and wait for the others, he noticed Marielle a bit ahead of him. Yoje jogged a bit to catch up to her. "Hey. Morning Marielle. Where are you going?"

 

[Fragrance of Mtn Dew]

As Hal drifted back into consciousness, he became vaguely aware that he was on the floor of his room back at the inn rather than the bed. ".... What the fuck happened to m- AARRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!" Hal had managed to groan before the blinding sun caused his head to explode with pain suddenly. He quickly shut his eyes and felt around for his sunglasses. He found them on the floor along with his hat and quickly put both on. The sunglasses helped, but only a little and his head was still pounding.

Urgh... I drank way too much I guess. I wonder if Alaena has any painkillers or something. Oh, yeah she helped me back here last night I think. Oh, shit! I hope I didn't puke on her... Well, guess I'll find out. Ugh...

Hal groaned again and slowly got to his feet. Sleeping on the floor had not been good for his back and he felt nauseous to top it all off. Not the best day to be sailing off to Porte Carlo, but there wasn't much he could do about it now. He skipped breakfast since his stomach probably wouldn't be able to handled it but drank plenty of water before heading towards the docks. He walked rather slowly since he wasn't feeling too good and adjusted his hat to shield his eyes from the sun as much as possible. He'd get there when he got there and if he was late, well they would just have to deal with it.

 

[tsatoma]

Alaena felt good. Part of that she knew was just some of the leftover after effects of the half dozen pills she took once she had turned in for the night. The rest of the feeling though was knowing that it was time to head out of this city and onto the next one; even if that meant traveling with pirates. 'Once I get to Porte Carlo I'll need to gather information before leaving along with supplies. I'm sure both can be attained from the Marine base,' she thought as she tidied up her room, not wanting to leave a mess for the innkeeper to have to clean, 'Especially since he'll already have to repair half of this place.'

Once her room was clean, her wounds redressed, and all of her things were packed away she left her room, locking the door behind her before heading down the stairs. She dropped off the room key with the innkeeper who was at the front desk, bidding him farewell as she exited. Even though she didn't know what Peter's ship looked like she knew where the docks were and headed north. Up ahead she saw Hal slowly making his way in the same direction. "I'm somewhat surprised you actually woke up so early this morning. You seemed pretty intoxicated last night," Alaena told Hal after catching up to him.

 

[Fragrance of Mtn Dew]

Hal flinched as he heard Alaena's voice behind him. She was still speaking to him, so he must not have done anything too crazy last night at least. Or maybe it was too early to tell. She knew he had been drunk so he was right in remembering that she was around. "Ugh... How could I sleep in this blinding sun? And my head is killing me... I wish I were I could just sleep through this, trust me, but it ain't happening." Hal replied with a grimace, keeping his head down to get his face out of the sun.

"You got any medicine that'll cure hangovers? That'd be reeeeeaaaal great right about now." It would be quite nice if his first trip out with the crew didn't begin with him hurling over the side of the ship the whole way to Porte Carlo. Although, at this point it seemed like too much to ask.

 

[tsatoma]

"Hah, there is no real cure for a hangover. The most that I could do is have you rehydrate yourself with coconut water and eat some eggs. However, I'm not sure if we have any of that on the ship, though I probably should. A healthy diet for everyone will make my job much easier," Alaena replied, somewhat amused by Hal's complaining about something her caused.

"It could be worse Hal. You could have potentially died from dehydration, or perhaps from choking on your own vomit in the middle of the night. I advise you sleep on your side if you decide to do this again," she told him before adding, "I'd advise against that too, though I doubt you or anyone else will listen when it comes to that. You all will want me to help stitch up a cut or provide the right type of medicine, but when it comes to following any orders that impede on the fun I'll just be ignored."

 

[Fragrance of Mtn Dew]

Hal sighed heavily after hearing that there was no cure for a hangover. Getting a lecture afterwards didn't make him feel any better, although he would definitely keep the advice about not dying from too much booze in mind for next time. "Well, can ya really blame us? I'm not gonna pretend I've done stuff half as dangerous as you and the others, but after that battle yesterday all I wanted to do was kick back and have a good time. It just felt so damn good to be alive, ya know? Maybe I'm just not used to all this yet. Kinda hope I never will be though..."

Having said all that though, Hal did feel kinda bad that Alaena felt like the crew was just gonna ignore her advice. It seemed like she honestly cared about keeping them all alive and unhurt and it would be a shame to seem so ungrateful for that. "Hey, if it makes you feel any better, I don't ever plan on drinking that much again. Not quitting booze altogether of course, but choking on puke sounds like a real shitty way to go." Hal added afterwards with a small chuckle.