Normally, a group of seven males walking down a street during the evening was a rather worrisome sight. This, however, was not the case, as the males of JNPR, along with SSSN followed Crue through Vale. More than likely due to how, colourful, they were.
"So, remind me again why we're doing this?" Jaune called after Crue, looking around at the darkening Vale.
"Because, I beat the Hell out of Sun and Neptune," A pause, where the two males in question grumbled. "And to make up for it, we drink."
"Then, why are we here?" Ren questioned.
"Cause guy's night." Crue shrugged. "Exams are over, stress is gone, what better way to celebrate than getting absolutely hammered." The Faunus smirked.
"You do anything like this before?" Sage asked, standing tall over everyone else.
"Sorta." He waved his hand in a 'more or less' fashion. "I went to this one place after the Breach. Didn't get drunk, but it was a nice place." Crue informed them.
"That where we going?" Sun asked, glancing to his teammates.
"Nope." Crue shook his head. "Not the vibe I'm looking for." In reality, Crue was searching for a certain kind of place. "No matter what country, no matter what continent, no matter what world, no matter what dimension, there is always an Irish Pub somewhere."
"Vibe?" Jaune asked.
"Yeah, the place I went to is a club. I'm looking for a pub." Crue told him.
"What's the difference?" Neptune piped up. Crue let out an offended gasp, as he turned to stare at the goggle wearing boy.
"What's the difference?" He repeated, staring down Neptune. "The difference is, that a club was usually obnoxious music blaring over speakers with hundreds of people trying and failing to get off with someone."
"A pub, is a calm atmosphere, with good music and good alcohol. The bartenders are nice, and you don't need to pay to get in." Finishing his explanation, Crue turned on his heel, and continued walking.
His entourage all looked at each other. "Sounds a bit biased." Scarlet commented. They watched as Crue stopped in front of a map of Vale, looking for a pub that suited his tastes. "Oi, John. What's his deal?"
"Jaune." The blonde corrected. "And, I'm not really sure." He shrugged. "He never really mentioned doing anything like this before."
"He did say it was to celebrate exams finishing." Ren commented. "We haven't had any exams with him before, perhaps that is why."
"You haven't had any exams with him before? What, was he not here for the first semester or something?" Sun chuckled lightly, before seeing the two Beacon students glancing at each other. "Oh my God he wasn't."
"He wasn't? Where was he?" Neptune asked confusedly.
"Uhm, we're not sure." Jaune told them. When the other male's eyes widened, he quickly spoke. "Uh, he just kinda, showed up one day. And he doesn't remember where he came from."
"He has amnesia." Ren stated, before SSSN could continue questioning his teammate. The expressions on their faces became conflicted, unsure as to what to feel.
"Found one!" Crue called out, snapping the students out of their daze and causing them to walk over to the map, where the Faunus had placed a finger under a name by the oceanfront.
"O'Dearg?" Sun read off in a confused tone.
Crue smiled widely. "Yeah, if it's got an 'O' in the name, it's definitely the kind of pub I'm looking for." He turned to the others, seeing their conflicted faces. "What?"
"Well, you keep going on about the place you're looking for." Neptune said. "But you said this is to make up for beating us up." He gestured to Sun. "So, shouldn't we pick?"
Crue opened his mouth, before closing it and resting a finger against his mouth. "You make a good point." He mumbled. "But, do you know anywhere in Vale you would want to get a drink at?"
"Well, there was this place that Yang brought me to when we went on that mission." The blue haired boy said, before quickly slamming his mouth closed when Jaune and Ren, as well as Sage and Scarlet turned to look at him.
"What mission?" The four said at almost the same time.
"You want to go to Juniors?" Crue asked.
"You know it?" Jaune turned to Crue, who nodded.
"Yeah, that's the place I went to after the Breach." He told them. "It's, alright." He mused. "Actually, I'm on good terms with Junior. Maybe he'll let us in for free."
"So why don't we go there?" Sage asked. Crue looked conflicted, looking back to the map to find where Juniors place was.
"Ok, ok." He waved his hands back and forth. "Pub, then club. Deal?" The members of SSSN huddled around each other briefly, discussing the question. Crue turned to Jaune and Ren, gesturing to the four males in confusion.
"How long will we be at the pub?" Sage asked, popping his head out of the huddle.
"Uh, until we got a nice buzz going." Crue decided. The huddle resumed, Crue rolling his eyes and tapping his foot impatiently. Eventually, the four stopped murmuring, and Sun stepped forward, a hand outstretched.
"Deal." He smirked. Crue smirked right back as he clapped his hand with Suns, shaking it vigorously.
"Grand. Let's go." He walked off in the direction of the pub, SSSN following him.
Jaune turned to Ren. "Why didn't we get a say in it?" He asked.
"Do you actually have something to say?" Ren questioned back. When Jaune said nothing, the two members of JNPR followed after the group of males, wondering what the night had in store.
…
"Ah, now this is more like it." Crue smiled, pushing open a set of oaken doors, the group following behind him. He half expected every head in the pub to turn and stare, seeing it as another cliché that the 'Author' would follow.
He was spared, this time, as only a few looked up from their conversations, before returning directly to them. "There's a booth over there." Crue gestured to an empty table. "First round's on me." He walked over to the bar, as the group headed to the table.
"What do you think he's getting us?" Jaune asked the group as he settled into the seat.
"Don't know. Never done anything like this before." Sun responded, the others murmuring in agreement. The Monkey Faunus briefly glanced back to the bar, seeing Crue converse with the bartender, a surprising smile on his face.
"So, he has amnesia?" He asked, turning to face Jaune and Ren. The other members of his team did the same, wanting to know more about the Faunus who they had only encountered in instances of giving their leader pain.
"He has, yes." Ren said shortly. "He woke up in the Emerald Forest, without Aura." That sentence alone was enough to make some of SSSN flinch.
"How'd he survive?" Neptune asked.
"Well, he didn't have Aura, but he sure as heck had skill." Jaune told them. "We were called in to rescue him, but turns out he didn't need rescuing." The blonde chuckled lightly. "If anything, we needed rescuing."
Seeing the confused looks on the Milstralian team, Ren explained. "Due to his high levels of adrenaline, after killing so many Grimm and managing to survive, he believed us to be threats. And so, attacked us."
Had the others actually been drinking at the moment, they more than likely would have spit some of it out in surprise. "He attacked you?!" Neptune said, in a loud whisper, glancing back over to Crue. The Faunus was still having a good chat with the bartender, but there was a steady amount of glasses on a round plate.
"Yes, but he apolo-" Jaune cut himself off, and turned to Ren. "Did he apologise?" The ninja opened his mouth, but found no sound coming out.
"I, do not believe he did." Ren responded, his magenta eyes wide. "I think he said he didn't mean to, and then I told him he was forgiven." The two students of Beacon slumped back in their seat in disbelief.
"Wow. He really knows how to work around saying sorry." Scarlet mused, taking into account that this whole night was just so he wouldn't have to say sorry.
"Right, lads." Speak of the Devil. The group turned, seeing Crue grinning broadly, carrying a small tray of drinks. He set it down on the table. "Got something nice and smooth to start off." He grabbed a glass, and gestured for the others to do the same.
"What is it?" Sage questioned, looking at the amber liquid.
"Cider. Woulda got ya Guinness but that's an acquired taste. Plus, doesn't exist here." Crue shrugged. "So, a pint of, ah shit, what he call it?" The Faunus questioned himself, turning the glass over.
"Orchard Thieves." He blinked in surprise. "Huh. Same name." He shook his head briefly, before smiling once more. "So," He raised his glass slightly. "to guys night?"
Glancing at each other, the rest of the group grew faint smiles. "To guys' night." They chorused.
*clink*
…
"Man, you guys are light as Hell." Crue laughed, seeing most of the group with a red tinge. "Wasn't even that high. Just ten percent." The only ones who were not being influenced by the alcohol were Sage and Scarlet.
"We're not drunk, jeez." Sun frowned. "Just cause you've put away double what we have." Crue shrugged, sipping on his drink some more.
"Yeah, we're totally fine." Jaune said, in an only somewhat slurred voice. Crue raised an eyebrow, looking to the others. They seemed content in talking amongst themselves, so Crue paid them no mind.
The Faunus took out his scroll, checking the time. "We've got enough for another round before we head to Juniors. Who's buying?" Everyone conveniently looked away at the question, minus Ren.
Crue had discovered that Ren was the silent, sleepy drunk. He simply stared at his drink, making out shapes in the foam. "I'll get something. But it won't be cider." Crue called, walking back over to the bar.
"Wonder what he's getting." Scarlet hummed, downing the last of his drink. Beside him, Sage shrugged.
"Hey, what happened to his girlfriend?" Neptune asked Jaune and Ren. "She was pretty cute."
"They broke up." Jaune told him. Ren nodded in kind, still staring at his drink.
"So she's single." Neptune placed a hand on his chin, rubbing it smoothly. Everyone, including Ren, turned to stare at the blue haired boy. "What?"
"Do you have a death wish?" Sun asked his partner. "He already beat us up as a joke. How do you think he'd do if he had an actual reason?" Suns somewhat drunken state forgave his incorrect speech.
But it didn't forgive Neptune's idiocy.
"No way dude." Neptune waved a hand, drinking more. "He'd be cool with it. They broke up, remember. He can't say who she dates."
"He will kill you." Ren stated. "Quite literally. And quite painfully." The others all nodded, staring at Neptune. The male laughed it off, drinking from an empty glass.
"What, you think he'll be mad just cause I can treat her better?" Neptune placed a hand against his chest rather clumsily. "I am, exshmellent with the ladies."
Jaune was drumming his fingers on the table, staring at Neptune, recalling a conversation he had with the male. "What about Weiss?" He asked with surprising venom.
"Awh, yaknow, she's great. Like, really, really, really, really," Neptune went on for quite a while, as the others noticed Crue walking back with another tray. This one, however, contained seven shot glasses.
He placed the tray on the table, briefly looking at Neptune. "really, really, really," With a shrug, he turned to the others. "This," He picked up a shot. "Is a wakeup call."
"Is that its name?" Jaune asked, taking two and placing one next to Ren.
"No. I call it an Aftershock. Don't know what that guy called it." He nodded a head back to the barman. "What you do is drink it, slosh it around for a few seconds, then swallow."
The others all looked at the drink warily, minus Neptune, who was still going on. "really, really, really," Crue sighed, rolling his eyes. "Look, who here has got that weird feeling in their stomach, where they feel like they that they ate too much, but also kind of want to eat more?"
Every hand, minus Neptune, raised. "This will fix it." He said raising his own glass. The others all did the same, staring at the glass. "Fair warning." Crue spoke before moving the glass towards him. "Tastes like piss and cinnamon."
With that, the group upended the shots, following Crue's instructions and swirling it around like they would mouthwash, before swallowing. Several eyes shot open, and their owners began coughing roughly.
"So, everyone wide awake?" Crue asked with a smirk. There were nods and coughs, Ren looked as though he had just swallowed several cups of coffee in one sitting. And then there was Neptune, still going on.
Everyone turned to stare, as Sun waved a hand. "I got this." The Monkey Faunus took his shot, and waited for Neptune to open his mouth.
"really, really, rea-ghk!" Sun threw the shot in, and closed Neptune's mouth, holding his chin in one hand and the top of his head in the other. He then began to whistle as he vigorously shook Neptune's head up and down.
He stopped shaking, and the blue haired boys eyes widened, before swallowing. "Gahk! What the Hell was that?!" Neptune's dark blue eyes widened in shock, coughing roughly.
"Something to get you to shut up." Crue told him, standing slowly. "Alright, so now we go to Junior's?" The others all nodded, following after Crue as he left the booth. Only to immediately stumble against each other, almost falling.
Crue shook his head, sending them out the door, reaching into his wallet and leaving a tip. "Definitely coming back here." Crue decided, walking to the door, waving to the barman. "Missed talking to bartenders. Always have good stories."
Crue met the others outside, all of them wide awake with the mixture of alcohol and Vale's cool night air. "So, ready to go?" He asked, feeling a slight buzz himself.
There were nods, and the group headed in the direction of Junior's club, a few of them wobbling uncertainly. The colourful group talked amongst themselves, mostly about alcohol, and females. "Man, why is Blake so cute?"
The Monkey Faunus threw an arm around Crue, the boy stiffening upon feeling the contact. "Sun. Remember what happened last time you did that?" Sun took a few steps back, but kept a hand on his shoulder.
"You sleep with them, you've got to have some tips on how to get with them." A few others turned to look at Crue, namely Jaune and Neptune.
"You're sleeping with them?" The blue haired boy asked, eyes wide.
"Yeah, and you sure as hell aren't going to." Crue growled in warning. Unfortunately, Neptune's interpretation of 'sleeping' was different to Crue's meaning of the word. "And I don't know why you looked over." He turned to Jaune.
Jaune paled slightly, mouth opening and closing uselessly. "I thought you were over Weiss? Don't you realise you have someone who will definitely say yes to you."
"I do?" Jaune asked.
"Yes! Jesus Christ, Fox is less blind than you are!" Crue exclaimed. "Have you ever considered, that maybe you have a better chance within your own team?"
Crue waited for a reply, but didn't get one. He turned around, seeing that the group had suddenly disappeared. "What the Hell?"
The group, unseen by Crue, had hidden in an alley close by, having seen something rather worrying. "He's heading right toward them!" Neptune hissed, seeing Crue approach the club entrance, that had two White Fang guards stationed outside.
"Why are there White Fang there?!" Sun questioned, already having gone against them before, and not looking forward to a repeat.
"Forget that, we need to help Crue!" Jaune turned to the group. "Has anyone got their weapons?" Each male gave themselves a quick pat down, but came up with nothing. "Nothing?"
"We came out to drink. Why would we bring weapons?" Scarlet complained.
"We have to help somehow." Sage stated, looking to the ground, and seeing a discarded pipe. He picked it up and twirled it experimentally. "Let's-" *CRACK* A loud sound interrupted Sages words, as the group peered around the corner of the alley, seeing Crue entering the club, the White Fang guards unconscious.
"What… just happened?"
…
"What the Hell?" Crue wondered, scratching the back of his head. With a shrug, he turned around, heading to Juniors club, planning on having some more of that Beowulf Whiskey. And maybe talking to the twins.
He had been meaning to talk to Miltia about her claws. He needed a hand in training, and she was the only one who he knew that used claws and also knew he had his ow-"Sorry, no entry."
Crue blinked out of his thought process, actually looking at what lay before him. "What?" Crue asked, looking the people who stopped him up and down.
"Our leader is talking to the person who owns this place. It will soon be a new base of operations for us. You should consider joining." The man in the White Fang uniform smirked, hoisting his gun slightly.
"Leader?" Crue said quietly, thinking of Adam Taurus. However, before he thought about that, there was an even more pressing matter to attend to. "So, you won't let me in?" The Faunus said slowly, taking off his glasses and folding them, hanging them on his waistcoat pocket.
"Correct." The grunt nodded, his companion gripping his rifle a bit tighter, sensing something oddly familiar about this Faunus.
"That means, you're standing in the way of me an alcohol?" Crue asked again, looking at both White Fang members, managing to stare through their masks to meet their eyes.
"Uh, correct?" The terrorist nodded. Crue smiled at them, and placed a hand on a shoulder of both White Fang members, the two Faunus stiffening under the contact.
"That, is a very bad idea." With only a Crue's eyes briefly flashing dark gold as warning, he gripped the two by the sides of their heads and smacked them against each other.
*CRACK*
The two guards slumped to the floor, one lying over the other. Crue dusted off his hands, walking into the club while whistling a small tune. Inside the club, there was a small standoff between Junior and his men, as well as Melanie and Miltia, and the White Fang.
They were waiting for something to set off the fight, some kind of go ahead to begin the brawl. They heard something, but it wasn't a sound to start a fight. If anything, it ended the fight before it began.
"Guess who's back~!" The doors slammed open, and Crue stood there, crossing his arms and smirking at the sight before him. Unfortunately, there was no Adam Taurus. There was, however, a certain Goat Faunus that shivered upon hearing the entrance.
"Again? Really?" Crue called, walking down the steps to the club. "Shame on you. Terrorists should never attack the same place twice." He walked towards the White Fang, the group parting out of fear before him, giving him a direct line towards Junior.
"Kid. Man, am I glad to see you." The bearded man smiled. Crue smiled back, stepping closer to the man.
"Glad to help. You really need to send me a text whenever something like this happens." He came to a stop before the club owner, looking up ever so slightly. "Melanie, Milita, good to see you." He peered round the man, nodding to the twins.
"Hi Crue." Miltia waved, her claws shining in the club light. Melanie gave a hum of acknowledgement.
"Now." Crue turned on his heel, facing the White Fang once more, the terrorist freezing upon seeing his steely blue eyes. "If we're gonna fight, I feel that you should know, there's six hunters in training waiting outside." The Faunus said, idly looking at his fingernails.
The terrorists stepped back, before their leader took a step forward. "We're not backing down this time!" He announced, his resolve apparently giving the White Fang a second spine. "You don't have any of your weapons on you!"
Crue's smile turned deadly, as his eyes narrowed at the Goat Faunus. "That's what you think." He took out his scroll momentarily, and the terrorist group froze, knowing he could call in a locker. "HEY! BRUNO!"
At the back of the club, a man in a bear head stood up from behind the DJ's booth, looking for who called him. "PLAY THIS WOULDYA!?" Crue hurled his scroll towards the DJ, who caught it with a slight fumble.
He gave the name of the song a quick glance, before plugging the scroll into his station. Crue turned back to the White Fang, and raised his hands up. "What was that you said about not having weapons?"
*SNKT* The Goat Faunus took a step back, seeing claws shoot out from Crue's hands. "Are you ready Junior?" He asked the club owner.
"Uh huh." The man chuckled, stepping next to the Faunus, holding a large red baseball bat.
"Melanie?"
"Yeah." The twin clad in white stepped forward beside Junior, her bladed heels sparking across the floor.
Miltia?"
"Ok." The clawed girl stepped next to Crue, smiling at him as she raised her own claws. Behind her, Junior's men lined up, holding red axes and swords. Crue chuckled, as he took his glasses and placed them back on his face.
"Alright fellas,"
[Ballroom Blitz - Sweet]
"LET'S GO!"
The battle began instantly, with Crue slamming a claw down onto the Goat Faunus. The group leader only managed to bring up his cutlass at the last second, sparks flying between the blades.
Crue kicked out while the blades were connected, sending the Goat Faunus back. All around him, White Fang were attacking and getting attacked. The Wolf Faunus looked down to the fallen White Fang before him.
He shrugged, before running over him, slamming a foot down into his stomach for good measure. He jumped off the Goat, and leaped in the air, slamming his claws down. He create a small shockwave, sending White Fang members stumbling.
The terrorists loss of balance made them easy pickings for Junior's henchmen. Crue back stepped, leaving the mooks to the mooks. As he reversed, he felt his body press against someone else. They were a lot smaller than him, he noticed.
"Miltia?" He tried, slashing at an incoming White Fang.
"First try. Not bad." He heard the girl chuckle. "Why do we always meet under these circumstances?" She sighed in a joking manner, slashing away at White Fang on her own side.
"Because I'm the embodiment of bad luck?" Crue laughed, slicing his claws through the air, sending arcs of blue energy at the terrorists. "Forgot I could do that. I should try that with Setanta some time."
"Oh, by the way. Can you help me train with these?" He called over his shoulder, seeing the girls red dress that appeared to be made of newspaper.
"You need training?" Miltia said in surprise. "Doesn't look like it." She stated, seeing Crue send three Faunus flying backwards.
"Hey," Crue waved. "can never be too careful." He smirked back at her, before feeling a pain in the back of his head. "MOTHERFUCKER!" Crue exclaimed, his glasses falling, turning back and punching the White Fang that had hit him in the shoulder.
He forgot momentarily that there were claws at the end of his fist, and heard the Faunus cry out in pain as the steel claws went through his Aura. Blue eyes widened, as he retracted his claws. The White Fang fell to the ground, clutching his shoulder.
Looking around him, Crue saw that every member of the terrorist group was on the ground. There were also a few of Junior's men on the ground, the bar owner apparently noticing this. "Who's not dead? Sound off."
Several groans came from his men, as well as some of the White Fang. "Where's the Lieutenant?" Crue turned to see the Goat Faunus leader trying to stand. "We borrowed him specifically for this operation."
As if his words were a cue, the doors to the club opened, and there stood a much bigger, meaner looking White Fang member. But… he wasn't moving. The Lieutenant began to fall forward, revealing what was behind him.
SSSN, Jaune and Ren stood in the entrance of the club, all of them holding various pieces of pipe or metal. When they saw the state the club was in, they lowered their weapons. "Aw, we missed the fight." Sun complained.
*SNKT* Crue quickly sheathed his claws once he saw the others. He waved them over. "Yo! Get your asses over here." He turned back to see Junior looking at him and the others oddly.
"Was planning on coming here to drink. Brought these guys along." He gestured a thumb behind him. "But, some idiots decided not let that happen." Crue looked down at the unconscious White Fang members.
"What are you going to do with these guys?" Jaune asked, stepping carefully over the White Fang.
"Toss them back out maybe." Junior hummed, a hand going to his beard. "Tie them together and put a note on them or something." He shrugged, before snapping his fingers, instructing his men to start picking up the terrorists.
They went about their job quickly, Junior leading the huntsman over to the bar. "So, what'll it be?" Every head turned to Crue, who smiled.
"Something strong. We're getting hammered tonight." He smirked. Junior nodded, reaching under the bar and producing seven shot glasses. Crue smiled, before turning around. "Hey, M 'n M." Melanie and Miltia turned to the Faunus with a raised eyebrow.
"Wanna join?" He gestured to the bar. The two girls looked to their boss for the answer.
"You fought off White Fang. I think you've earned it." Junior smiled, taking out two more. The twins smiled, walking over to the bar and taking seats next to Crue, closest to Junior. The bear of a man turned around, glancing over his many drinks, before picking two tall bottles and uncapping them.
With practised grace, he filled each glass with a mixture of the two liquids. Crue grabbed his and raised it. "To kicking terrorist ass!" He toasted.
"Cheers!" The others chorused, and they all drank. Crue, Melanie and Miltia all smiled, turning the shot glass upside down and placing it on the counter. The others were not as lucky. Suns tail was completely straight, as he froze in place, the shot glass still in his hand.
Jaune, Scarlet and Sage were all coughing roughly, beating on their chests. Ren's head hit the counter the moment he swallowed, and Neptune had fallen off his stool. Crue laughed at the blue haired man's plight.
"What was in that? Tasted pretty good." Crue questioned Junior. The barman raised an eyebrow at the fact Crue was not currently on the floor and singing in tongues.
"It's called the Great Alliance. Atlesian Vodka and Mistralian Rum." Junior informed him, showing him the bottles he had used. Crue nodded, taking a look at the rum.
"Can I have a shot of that? Always liked rum." Crue hummed, lightly flicking the bottle.
"Us too." Miltia requested Junior. Melanie shook her head.
"No way, Miltia. I hate rum." The girl clad in white shuddered. "I'll have some of the vodka." Junior nodded, getting another three glasses. All the while, the others were slowly recovering from the Alliance shot.
"Ugh. I feel like I was just tasered." Sun complained, before looking down at his shorts. "Didn't soil myself. Good to know." He turned, seeing Crue swallow another shot after clinking it with the two girls.
"Dude, what are you?" He asked his fellow Faunus, having already seen him put away twelve pints of cider, an aftershock shot, and that Alliance shot.
Crue smirked at him when he set the shot glass down. "I'm Irish." He raised a finger high in the air. "Another!"
...
"~What will we do with the drunken sailor? What will we do with the drunken sailor? What will we do with the drunken sailor? Early in the morning!~" Crue sang, standing atop the counter and clapping his hands to the beat, several of Junior's men clapping along drunkenly.
Junior himself watched amusedly, nodding his head to the beat of the song, wondering where he had heard something similar before. Around him, he could see the effects of the alcohol on those that weren't used to it.
The Monkey Faunus had ditched his shirt completely, and was now licking one of his men's badges. The one with blue hair was lying on the floor, rolling around occasionally, with the blonde one laughing and recording him with his scroll.
The only one that seemed to be doing fine was the big green haired guy, who simply sat at the bar, drinking a pint of… something. He couldn't actually remember what he ordered. As a bartender, that probably wasn't a good thing.
And then, there was the other two. "Ren." The redhead said, grabbing the ninja by his shoulder and spinning him on the stool to face him. "I'm not into dudes, but if I had a boner for you, it's really trying right now."
Scarlet twitched his index finger, symbolising his point. Ren said something incomprehensible, and Scarlet nodded in kind. "I know. People do like grapes."
With a roll of his eyes, Junior turned back to Crue, who had managed to get the twins up on the counter with him, both of them singing along. Junior wondered how drunk Melanie must be to let something like that happen.
"~Stick him in bed wit the captain's daughter! Stick him in bed wit the captain's daughter! Stick him in bed wit the captain's daughter! Early in the morning!" They clapped their hands and stomped their feet in tune.
Junior noticed Melanie's boots beginning to chip the counter. He was going to have take that out of her pay. "Hey! Junior!" He heard his name being called, and turned to see Crue had jumped behind the counter to get closer, the others continuing the song.
"Do you have, whoah." He stumbled slightly, before righting himself. "Do you have a guitar? I want to show these guys how to rock." The Faunus made a motion of playing a guitar.
Junior chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, it's in the back." He gestured to a door that was close to the end of the bar.
"Greand!" Crue smiled, slipping between 'Great' and 'Grand'. He ran to the storage room, and searched for the guitar. "Why can't I see?" Crue wondered, scratching his head. He felt metal when he ran his hands over his ear, and remembered.
"Oh yeah. Glasses. Duh." He took of the shades and placed them in his pocket. "There we go." He spied a red fender, and grabbed it immediately, running out of the room. "I got the, hrk, thing!" He burped halfway through the sentence, covering his mouth.
The others cheered drunkenly, watching as Crue made his way up to the DJ table, lightly pushing Bruno out of the way. "C'mon. C'mon. I'll be fine." He reassured, flicking his scroll that was still in the booth.
He started to strum as Bruno plugged the extension lead in. "This is for you Jauney!" He cried out drunkenly, as he moved a hand down.
[Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye - Dropkick Murphys]
"~When on the road to sweet Athy, Hurroo, Hurroo. When on the road to sweet Athy, Hurroo, Hurroo. When on the road to sweet Athy. A stick in the hand, a drop in the eye, a doleful damsel I heard cry.~"
Crue raised his hand high into the air. "~Jauney I hardly knew ya~" He began playing the guitar vigorously, shredding it in time with the rest of the music. Those sober enough to enjoy the music danced along, fist pumping the air.
"~Where are the eyes that looked so mild? Hurroo, Hurroo. Where are the eyes that looked so mild? Hurroo, Hurroo. Where are the eyes that looked so mild? When my poor heart you first beguiled, why did ya run from me and the child, Jauney I hardly knew ya!~"
"~We had guns and drums and drums and guns, Hurroo, Hurroo.~" The crowd began singing along, chanting the chorus. "~We had guns and drums and drums and guns, Hurroo, Hurroo. We had guns and drums and drums and guns, the enemy never slew ya!~"
Crue took a quick breath for pause, but continued to play the guitar. "~Jauney I hardly knew ya!~" Crue watched as the crowd jumped and danced, his eyes falling to the group he came here with, as well as the two twins, wondering what the night had in store for them.
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"~JAUNEY I HARDLY KNEW YA!~" Crue began to slow down on his guitar, plucking it softly as the crowd died down. "~I'm happy for, to see you home, Hurroo, Hurroo. I'm happy for, to see you home, Hurroo, Hurroo. I'm happy for, to see you home, from the isle of Ceylon.~"
He came to an almost complete stop, before slowly ramping up in speed, a smile growing on his face as the crowd's excitement rose once more. "~JAUNEY I HARDLY KNEW YA!~"
"~We had guns and drums and drums and guns, Hurroo,~" He jabbed a finger to the crowd, as they exclaimed 'HEY!'. "~Hurroo, HEY! We had guns and drums and drums and guns, Hurroo, HEY! Huroo, HEY!"
~We had guns and drums and drums and guns, the enemy never slew ya!~" He put more power on the guitar, building up the music. "JAUNEY I HARDLY KNEW YA!" The entire crowd joined in, Crue holding his hand high after a final powerful strum.
He fell backwards, being stopped from falling onto his rear thanks to Bruno. "Thanks man." He rubbed the bear head affectionately. Bruno nodded in understanding, holding out a bottle of something to Crue.
The Faunus inspected the bottle. There was a smiling man with a great white beard and sailor hat pictured on the bottle. "Captain Carey." He read the label, before shrugging, and beginning to chug the liquid. The rum burned the back of his throat pleasantly, and he stopped drinking with a satisfied breath.
Before he could turn to Bruno to thank him, he heard the sound of the doors opening roughly. The music stopped and every head turned to see several guards walk in, along with a tall, dark, grizzly hunter that seemed oddly familiar to Crue.
"We heard there was White Fang! Nobody move!" One of the officers demanded. Crue, with his infinite wisdom, combined with his drunken state, could only think to do one thing.
He hopped over the DJ table, sitting on the railing and grabbing the microphone that was part of the set up. "Good evening Officers!" He waved, every head looking to him in surprise. He held up the bottle of rum.
"Care for a pint?"
Of course Crue, in a situation where he could most likely be either arrested or attacked, would offer a drink. Wonder how that will turn out. And who is this new hunter? Hmmm. What hunter could go to a place that serves alcohol this late at night? I wonder.
So, not much plot wise really happened this chapter. But, Crue got hammered. And isn't that the most important thing?
Totally. The important question is this. Will the next chapter start off with a hangover and the consequences, or continue from where we left off?
Oh, and here is a little list of Irish that I've used, and how to pronounce it.
Tóg go bog é: Towg guh bog eyy. (Yeah, Irish is weird like that.)
Tír na nÓg: Tear(as in crying) nah no-guh
Tech Duínn: Tek Doon
That's all I can think of right now. Anything else, let me know. So, hope you enjoyed. If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask. If you have any comments, don't be afraid to leave them. And as always
Until Next Time
-Friday