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[open] What do you do with a drunken sailor?

Who: G and whoever
When: Teusday, September 20, early evening
Where: The pub
What: After Lapo leaving and Spade's arrival G's giving into his pirate instincts and just gets smashed.
Warnings: G being grumpier than usual... and drunk... also his vocabulary...

G had spent the past few days scouring the island looking for Lampo, and hunting down Spade to try to either find out what happened to Lampo or just beat him up to blow off some steam. Unfortunately, both goals ended in failure.

The whole thing left a sour taste in his mouth. Lampo went back to a ring that was going to eventually be destroyed, as had Giotto, and now Spade was here. He had no direction to move forward in, and every day just seemed to droll on in the same monotonous fashion. Ugetsu and Madoka had been a saving grace but he wasn't needed anywhere. He had nothing to do.

It was no different than being bound in the ring again, only in the ring he at least had a purpose.

Thus he had made his way to the pub to take a load off, and hopefully get himself drunk enough to forget the world existed for a while. Seemed like a good enough solution for now at any rate.

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Ugetsu had gone out and found that G was not around. It wasn't like him to go off with giving him some idea of where he was going, so he decided that he was going look for him. Walking into the pub, he found him, his hair tied up and wearing G's too-short clothes.

"G-san, I was beginning to get worried." He said, sitting down at the bar with the other, receiving a greeting from the girl behind it. He bowed to her politely, asking for a water to drink.

G glanced over to the rain guardian, he was hoping Ugetsu would have been busy doing his own thing and would have just ignored it. Though he supposed with his recent militant guarding of the front door every night, him disappearing would have been hard to miss.

"I can handle m'self, thanks."

"I do understand that, but considering the events of late, It is natural for me to be concerned." Ugetsu stated, not saying more then that as he sipped at his water.

G huffed and looked back at his glass for a moment before lifting it back and finishing it off. He looked at the bartender, "Another."

Then turned his attention back to Ugetsu again, "M'not goin' to hunt down Spade, f'that's what yer worried 'bout."

Not that he hadn't recently tried, but Ugetsu didn't need to know that. G took the new drink set in front of him and took a sip.

"I know you are not that dense, G-san." Ugetsu said, "I wasn't concerned about you going looking for Spade..." He leaves the rest unsaid. He knows that he's probably being overly cautious regarding Spade. He trusts everyone in the family, but after what Spade had done, he worries about the lives of G and Alaude just the same.

Asking for something a little heavier to drink, the girl produced something for him and he smiled, thanking her gently. She also gave him and G a smile before going off to speak to another patron.

G raised his brows at the girl, normally he would be on her faster than flies on shit, but he wasn't exactly in the mood for skirt chasing. Instead he just side-eyed Ugetsu's drink.

"That's a lady's drink." He places his own in front of Ugetsu instead and orders himself another. "That's a man's drink."

At the very least it moved away from a conversation he wasn't in the mood for.

G-san, you know I cannot handle alcohol very well." Ugetsu commented, looking at the drink as the girl made G another one. He frowned at it, knowing he wasn't particularly able to hold his alcohol well, so he sighed.

He took his new drink, and tipped it back without even bothering to respond to Ugetsu. He made his point, he wasn't in the mood for repeating himself.

He heaved a sigh, and tipped the drink back again, finishing it. Blacking out wasn't coming as quickly as he wanted. He pushed the empty glass forward and looked at the bartender, "Gimme a 'nother."

Emptying the glass, the girl put down another one for Ugetsu, believing he was just having a good time with his friend. He was going to deny it, but he sighed and took another, already starting to feel woozy as the girl set another down in front of G as well.

"G-san, would you stop drinking so much, it can't be good for your body."

G huffed and took another swig, glaring straight ahead of him at nothing in particular, "I'm dead Ugetsu, m'body don't really matter that much now does it?"

"But you may not be dead in this world. Honestly, how stupid can you get." Ugetsu said, frustrated and slurring his words, drinking another one.

G paused in his drinking to turn to Ugetsu with an amused brow raised. Even as tipsy as he was, he would have to be near black-out drunk not to notice that shift in demeanor.

....ah, he had forgotten how amusing Ugetsu was after he threw back a few drinks. He smirks, "Oh, I'm stupid now?"

Swallowing another drink down, Ugetsu's face was flushed as he frowned deeply at G. "Yes, you don't bother to think before you say or do anything, and it is very frustrating sometimes." He slurred, as the girl set down some water and another drink for him.

"N'how do y'know I ain't jus' thinkin' how t'say th'wrong thing?" G chuckled a bit, enjoying watching Ugetsu finally react to all his teasing far more than he should. Now if only he could annoy him this much on a normal day, but then again that would be too easy. Besides, thinking back on it this could arguably be considered a 'normal day' thinking back on how some of those Vongola meetings went...

"You know, I would believe that with you. Between you and Lampo I honestly have my work cut out for me. It'd also be nice if you helped with the cooking sometime." Ugetsu said, frowning, somehow, more deeply.

At this point it was hard for G not to simply give in to the urge to burst out laughing. Ugetsu sounded like a down-on-her-luck mother. He wasnt going to let him live that down when they were sober. "Aw, I'm sorry ma, I thought Madoka was your little helper in th'kitchen. She looks better in an apron than you anyway."

He snickers a bit, but ordered himself another drink at the mention of Lampo. The reason he came here after all was to try and forget the boy was gone.

"I do not wear an apron." Ugetsu said, but noticed what G did. "What is wrong? Surely you didn't come to drink and get me drunk to listen to me complain about how you don't clean."

“Tch, y’might as well th’way you putter around th’kitchen.” G went quite for a moment and took another sip of his drink. He was far from drunk enough to actually start talking about things like what was bothering him. Maybe with Giotto, but if Giotto were here then this wouldn’t have hit him so hard in the first place. He was supposed to act in Giotto’s stead as his right hand man. It was easy for a while. Watch over the family, try to avoid trouble that could get everyone hurt… then Spade came along. He knew Giotto would have willingly accepted the traitor as a friend again, which was something he just could never bring himself to do.

Then, he failed to keep watch over Lampo, and the boy disappeared. Gone to a ring that the Tenth Vongola family would break. He was afraid of what that would be like. Would it hurt? Would he be in pain and trapped in the ring without anything he could do about it?

G was failing his job here. The little bit of purpose he had to keep himself sane in this hellhole was breaking apart. He didn’t want to just have to keep existing in this drudgery day after day just to be someone’s plaything. At this point he almost felt that returning to a doomed ring was better than this. At least then he could do some good until they broke it.

Ugh, if that topic wasn’t the biggest buzz kill. G tipped back the rest of his drink before speaking again, his words now slurring together more.

“I came here t’get so drunk I ferget m’own name. You comin’ here n’getting giggly and tellin’ me all yer troubled wife tales was just lucky entertainment fer me.”

Ugetsu rolled his eyes then looked at G for a moment, then suddenly concerned. "Lampo-dono is gone, is he not?" he said, looking more worried by the minute.

There was a slight twitch on G's face as he ordered yet another drink, and again took a sip before he responded to Ugetsu.

"Mm." That was all he was willing to say on the matter. It was annoying enough that Ugatsu had to bring it up the one time he was trying to make himself forget.

Ugetsu stayed silent for a moment, given what he knew about Lampo's death, he heaved a heavy sigh. But they all came from the rings, and it seemed they had recollection of the fact that they had died, and gone through the trials to help the Decimo, so it wasn't like they had to relive it.

"Well, it's good, because we came from the rings. Our spirits will just return there."

G took a deep breath. So Ugetsu didn’t know then. G didn’t want to tell him. As much as he bitched and moaned about the rain guardian, the man was a good friend. He didn’t want to have to burden him with this knowledge, and at least let him have the peace of mind he couldn’t.

But, out of respect for the other, he knew he needed to tell him. The fate that was laid before Giotto, and now Lampo, and even them if they ever returned. He turned to finally face Ugetsu.

“They’re goin’ to break th’rings Ugetsu.”

Ugetsu stares at G again and he wonders what in the world the other is talking about. Breaking the rings? That's impossible. It wasn't possible...He had to have been really drunk if he was believing it. Sighing, he looked at the other then away.

"Our spirits remain with the rings, the Vongola are stronger then that." He states forcefully, but looks immensely confused and upset.

G growled and snapped at Ugetsu, "Look at me dammit! Don't just brush me off like I'm an idiot!"

He wasn't about to let the rain guardian just brush this off. He may not be at his best right now, but damn he was not up for having that taken so lightly. After a few moments of just breathing to try and keep himself calm he speaks again, his tone still harsh despite his slurs, "The Vongola's cloud guardian told me. Decimo ordered for th'rings t'be destroyed."

G sighed, now looked down and off to the side as he face forward again, and tipped back the last of his drink. He slammed the glass down and pushed it towards the bartender, though now he was beginning to sway.

"'Nother."

Edited 2012-04-10 02:43 (UTC)

Ugetsu looked at him, surprised, but starting to catch up to the situation. He looked at the bar and held his glass and just sighed after a bit. "G-san, I understand how it's upsetting, what happens, but...we aren't the family anymore. It is Decimo's choice, not ours."

"We're always th'family. That's what th'watches had engraved on 'em. We may not be in charge, but we are family."

He heaved a tired sigh and slumped back into his chair, taking his new drink with him for another sip. He stared off at no particular spot on the wall in front of him.

"And I've done nothin' but fail mine since I got here."

He lost Giotto. He lost Lampo. He had gone against what he knew Giotto would have wished and attacked Spade. And he broke off all ties with the Tenth generation, and while he knew that could be fixed he couldn't simply forgive what they had done. In his mind they had killed not only Giotto's Vongola, but they killed Giotto's will... in essence Giotto's very soul... and the soul of his family.

"What do you think happens to us when the rings break? Y'think we just die? Or do y'think it hurts? Did Giotto and Lampo just go back so that they could spend the rest of th'rings existence in agony?"

He tipped back the rest of his drink, things were now getting very hazy and it felt good... to just feel his mind numbing and slowing down. It was getting difficult to think straight a welcome break.

Ugetsu was quiet for a awhile after G spoke that time. Mostly because his alcohol riddled brain was thinking a little too fast then Ugetsu's normally calculated and careful manner, but it was still hard to find something that G would be okay with him answering.

"I suppose..." He started, with a pause again, "I do not believe they are. There are many strange things about this situation, G-san, but I firmly believe in the long run we are not destroyed."

Another pause before he smiles to the other.

"Even if you are frustrating, you have done the best in all situations here, and you are a very outstanding right hand."

G listened to Ugetsu's opinion, silent as it took him a while to make sense of the words. He couldn't share Ugetsu's optimistic outlook on their predicament. Maybe it was just his current mood but as far as he was concerned everything was just going to hell and taking him with it.

He ordered yet another drink before addressing Ugetsu's last statement bitterly.

"Thas... bullshit." Ah, talking was becoming more of a challenge, but he could continue for now and hope to at least be somewhat understood, "I can't... act on Giotto's will... 'cos I can't... forgive th'bastard... fer what he did. N'the Decimo's family too, N' I liked that boy too... their storm... guardian. Why'd he even do somethin' like that?"

He let out a huff at he got his new drink, not sipping but rather just staring at it, "I dun even know... how t'act. I don' think... Giotto would make a move... with people at risk... but then we're jus' sittin' ducks..."

"Though...I may not seem like it, I cannot forgive Spade-san either. However, I do know that I promised Giotto I would take care of the family..." Ugetsu said, drinking some water to get a little less drunk, "I believe Decimo had his own reasons...and I believe in him and his guardians. It will be set straight."

G simply passively sipped his beverage while side-eyeing the rain guardian. He wouldn't say it, but he did find some solace in his words. He felt less inept about his unyielding loathing of Spade at the very least. The jury was still out on the Decimo's family.

"Yer th'most optimisthtic drunk... I ever saw..." And as Ugetsu's 'reward' G places the remainder of his drink in front of Ugetsu for him to drink, "Liked ya better as th'naggin' housewife."

At the very least that seems to mean that G is done drinking himself.

Ugetsu finished off the drink and got down, looking at the other. Offering an arm to help support the other so he didn't drunkenly fall over, he gave him a smile. "Come, G-san, we should get you home to sober up. I'll make you food." He said, nodding to the other.

"Th'hell're you talkin' about? I din' come ta a bar so I could jus' go home n'get sober. I came t'get drunk off my ass, n'then go home n'puke m'brains out, pass out'n wake up with th'hangover t'end all hangovers."

He gave a little hiccup and after a bit of flailing with his arm, managed to grab onto Ugetsu's shoulder to steady himself as he tried to stand up mostly on his own... as he had severely underestimated just how very drunk he was. The moment he got both feet on the ground and lost support of the chair he nearly toppled to the floor if not for his grip on Ugetsu. Of course he caught onto him in an awkward position not unlike something out of a cliche romance scene.

"Either that er fall down on th'way home n'black out 'til t'morrow, when I wake up with th'hangover t'end all hangoverssss...." He grumped a bit, suddenly growing upset that Ugetu's height apparently made him the more masculine of the two in their current position, "Oi... th'hell am I th'damsel here, Cottontail?"

Ugetsu rolled his eyes and laughed, easily helping up the smaller male to his feet a little more properly and keeping a good grip on him. Bowing his head to the bartender, he left, supporting G's weight easily.

"Even so, it would be best to atleast attend to it slightly. Food is also the best remedy for alcohol." Ugetsu said, smiling patiently to the other.

G stumbles alongside Ugetsu, paying little mind to his surroundings as they walk along, "I'm gonna 'tend t'it, jus' goin' to do it o'er a bucket."

Because he is convinced he is a manly man, and manly men don't accept help. They puke into buckets and embrace the full effects of their hangover with pride! Either that or G is just being a stubborn drunk who will regret this way of thinking tomorrow when his existence is reduced to a headache with legs.

Ugetsu guided him easily to make sure he didn't run headlong into anything, being remarkably patient for someone who was still a little tipsy. He was responsible for the other after all, so he would make sure to get him home safely.

"Either way, I would prefer you use the toliet when you do throw up, alright? It's much cleaner then a bucket." Ugetsu pointed out, helping G to the inside of the house.

"Yeah, yeah... fine..." He paused for a moment as he mused on the existence of the toilet for a moment, "Y'know... I dun' like most th'stuff tha's all new n'fancy.... but th'toilet's some real handy shit..."

Give him a moment...

...

...

Oh he made a pun.

...

let him mull it over some.

...

here it comes...

...

And some very mature snickering is a go. He's just the funniest sunnuva bitch around! Ugetsu should be honored to be in the presence of such a master comedian!

Renne had been in a sort of mental limbo of late -- trying to understand why he suffered headaches and getting nowhere with it. That had been a particular half-daze he'd been glad to snap out of. Since then, he'd taken to exploring once more, not caring to think of...faeries and other such things.

Memories they had brought were less than pleasant and some of them, less than new.

As it is, he'd found his way to another place he'd failed to find before.

With only his cane and his wits about him (for once), the almost hermit-like Renne finds the door to this pub, knocks -- reminds himself -- then trails inside.

"Hellow."

The almost funny part is that half the time he gives a call, he doesn't care that there's only a fifty percent chance of company.

G looked over his shoulder briefly at the new arrival, but ultimately went back to his drink without answering. He wasn't in the mood to be anyone's doorman or greeter, nor was he in the mood for idle chit-chat.

He arrived in the pub with the sole purpose of getting plastered enough so that he could forget the world and everyone in it existed for a bit. After all, blacking out drunk was probably the most similar state he could get to the mild awareness of being in the ring.

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[open] What do you do with a drunken sailor?

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S-sorry he's being such a big ball of hate and angst!! DX