Beach Party Thread(Non-Canon)

[Ganondorf]

Ganondorf sat in the sand, rubbing his jaw a bit dejectedly. What the fuck had just happened? The old jerk he had screwed with had gotten up, walked off, come back like 2 seconds later (much more buff), and decked the Gerudo. The Dark Lord grumbled and sighed, shaking his head a bit to clear the stars. That was certainly uncalled for.

For a moment, he pondered simply staying put and hoping the shame of his loss to the weird man would cause him to shrivel up and die in the harsh beach sun. But, that damned Gerudo pride got the best of him, and Ganondorf rose to his feet, cracked his neck intimidatingly, and made a bee-line to the bar. Diablo gave him a pitying look and patted the large man on the shoulder.

"Tough luck, big guy. Maybe next time," the demon said, with a sad smile.

"Ugh," Ganondorf replied, "Women! And hell... men too. Am I right?"

The bartender nodded sagely in agreement, "Tell me about it. I've got a couple bitched down in the Underverse right now. Pains in my asses. Here, this one's on the house."

A dark brew was placed before Ganondorf, fizzing with some eldritch magic. After just one sip, the Gerudo spit it out and tried to clean his tongue with his fingers.

"What the fuck was that?!" he exclaimed.

"Just plain Pepsi."

"Never again. That swill tasted like how Sinestro looks."