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[spoiler]Gildarts smiled to himself. "While I am up for any challenge, let us wait at least a few more moments friend." The crash-mage said to Takezo, as they had unexpected company, which Gil's eyes wouldn't leave. The mage had made enemies, it was time to see if the boat who had come to shore was friend or foe.
The music strummed in the back of his mind, sending good vibes all across the moonlit and rainbow ocean shore. Gildarts Clive had taken a bite of some savory meat and was gnawing on the shreds of tender juices. The male did not often eat meat, but he found it was becoming more integrated into his diet, he blamed his anti-cooking skills and tried not to fret about it. Red meat was “manly” as Elfman would say. The ginger allowed a smile to trudge against the flesh of his speckled cheeks and that was when a mysterious person happened to stumble upon their shore.
So this guy had arrived on their shore and was very casual. Gildarts sized him up in the halflight, but a Prime of Gil’s power and potential (and buzzedness) didn’t have need to feel threatened by the intruder strutting toward the bar.
“So who’s serving the liquor around here? I’ll take whiskey. Straight.” the space marine announced as he arrived underneath the tiki hut and perched his elbows on the bar, omitting the stool and the helmeted man’s gadgets and weapons bounced together making a light scraping, clattering sound.
Gildarts took a moment to let the man’s shape sink in, now illuminated with more light. He looked familiar but the mage couldn’t place it no matter how long he stared. The muscles, the gear, the war-worn ripples of sinew. The helmet remained on the man’s head with a faded green color that matched the man’s possible armor shirt? No matter, the color suited him, despite that it was somewhat blood-stained. Gil recognized this. The curious mage stood up and walked over, he hadn’t really summoned a bartender (Gildarts didn’t agree with technology because it was magic’s rival, and Gildarts did not belive in summoning people to this cursed world), Dust had served Gil’s drink, and now Gil would return the favor to his guests.
There was a woman and a Doomguy in front of him, Gil found the bottle he assumed was whiskey and didn’t spend the time trying to read the label as he poured the vibrant amber liquid into the crystalline glasses he’d swooped from the racks above with his metallic hand.
“Greetings and welcome?” Gildarts said with a perplexed but charismatic smile as the drinks were immediately grasped by the slightly mammoth looking hand of the space marine.
Immediately Doomguy felt the burn as he knocked back the drink and clacked the glass down, “Another.”
A heavyweight. Gildarts felt his “luck” had something to do with this and found his smile grow. The man hadn’t bothered to take off his helmet yet somehow the badass had managed to down his drink. Maybe a bigger glass…?
Elizabeth had strolled over shortly behind Doomguy, she was ready to get her glass, for the lady, Gildarts thoughtfully added ice. “I’m Gildarts Clive,” he introduced himself, “That’s Dust,” Gildarts said gesturing over to the other shirtless man on the beach next to Takezo.
“Ha, like what is left when I’m done with my enemies?” Doomguy said and the joke went over Gildarts’ head but Elizabeth seemed to understand, though her throat was occupied with the guzzling burn of liquor, too busy to respond with a laugh.
Gil could, however, relate but kept those ‘Nam-like flashbacks at bay. “And that’s Takezo. He’s a swordsman.”
Doomguy nodded as Gil topped off his glass.
“Call me Doomguy.” he spoke with a grizzly voice and pointed to his side, “She’s Elizabeth.”
“Doomguy?” Gildarts said as he pulled out some more glasses and filled them with their drink of choice so that way he wouldn’t have to spend the remainder of his evening behind there. The prime moved from behind the bar and walked over to a stool, taking a seat and resting his singular leg.
“Yup. Thanks for the drink.” The man spoke rather simply. Priorities, Gildarts supposed as he took a sip of his own and Dust and Takezo strolled over together to refill their own drinks. Funny, how a party was so fluid and moving with every new tide. “I was surprised anyone was out here, but pleasantly.”
“Heh, well, there’s no place better to get drunk than an island you can claim as your own,” Gildarts said rather proudly and took another bite of his meat.
“Not quite what I meant… But hey, can I get some of that?” Doomguy asked, feeling some small pangs of hunger he usually ignored, but since it was right in front of him, he’d rather rip and tear into Takezo’s freshly slain kill.
Doomguy was served and with drink and meal in hand, for both he and his companion, the party was really going to get started. Let the drinking tales begin.[/spoiler]
"I have never met a strong person with an easy past." -Atticus