Crooked was the path // and brazen was the walk~
Who: Cloud, Shanks, others can join in too!
Where: Entertainment District; Radical Dreamers Pub
When: After Shanks' free-for-all victory
Why: Because a win deserves a celebration?
Rating: PG
The pub Shanks had found early in his stay in the grand city of Versus, 'Radical Dreamers, always made him feel a bit more at home with its subtle charm and simplicity, but that night, he could almost swear he had returned to his own corner of reality, back to his favorite pub, back among his crew singing loud and thundering shanties together over copious amounts of booze. Radical Dreamers was in a full-on uproar that evening, packed full of people all gathered around Shanks, who, as he held a full tankard in one hand, took it upon himself to lead his fans and fellow revelers in a verse or two of his favorite sea-faring songs as they all laughed and attempted to carry a tune. Many had come out that night to celebrate the red-haired man's proud win to become Versus' '#1 Contender', and the man of the hour himself could never turn down a party.
He sat on the bar, surrounded by nearly-perfect strangers, swinging his glass back and forth like a conductor's baton. His face was slightly reddened from consumption, but his smile was bright and undeniable. The majority of his new 'friends' didn't seem to know the words of the song, but at least they tried; if not, they were more than welcome to stay and laugh at the ones looking silly as a result.
Still, Shanks hadn't forgotten that he promised to meet up with the newcomer, Cloud. If need be, he could separate himself from such trivial attachments and retreat to a private corner of the bar, leaving all the noise behind him, but for now, it was all about making as much noise as possible.
Where: Entertainment District; Radical Dreamers Pub
When: After Shanks' free-for-all victory
Why: Because a win deserves a celebration?
Rating: PG
The pub Shanks had found early in his stay in the grand city of Versus, 'Radical Dreamers, always made him feel a bit more at home with its subtle charm and simplicity, but that night, he could almost swear he had returned to his own corner of reality, back to his favorite pub, back among his crew singing loud and thundering shanties together over copious amounts of booze. Radical Dreamers was in a full-on uproar that evening, packed full of people all gathered around Shanks, who, as he held a full tankard in one hand, took it upon himself to lead his fans and fellow revelers in a verse or two of his favorite sea-faring songs as they all laughed and attempted to carry a tune. Many had come out that night to celebrate the red-haired man's proud win to become Versus' '#1 Contender', and the man of the hour himself could never turn down a party.
He sat on the bar, surrounded by nearly-perfect strangers, swinging his glass back and forth like a conductor's baton. His face was slightly reddened from consumption, but his smile was bright and undeniable. The majority of his new 'friends' didn't seem to know the words of the song, but at least they tried; if not, they were more than welcome to stay and laugh at the ones looking silly as a result.
Still, Shanks hadn't forgotten that he promised to meet up with the newcomer, Cloud. If need be, he could separate himself from such trivial attachments and retreat to a private corner of the bar, leaving all the noise behind him, but for now, it was all about making as much noise as possible.