discedo_logs | Closed: Just 2 guyz

Who: Marco

totallygay
Where: Northern Lights
When: After closing / during cleanup
Rating: PSSSH I don't like to limit myself so let's say R. I'll edit as necessary =\
Summary: Marco misses Japan, drinking, just two guys having a good time, Marco asks Tatsumi to be his moirail (and/or roommate). Because violent serial killers make the best people in charge of making sure you don't go on a killing spree??? Anyways, drunk talking get.
The Log:

Marco closed out everything around the bar, checked on all the taps, the current supplies and marked them off on one of the notebooks that had been waterlogged during the flood and since been left to dry. Despite that, it was still serviceable, and the pirate didn't seem to mind the warped pages. After all, he'd been through a similar situation when Namur dropped one overboard.

Everything cleaned and finished, Marco hoisted himself over the bar and grabbed a seat in a chair against the wall. Not for the first time since he got back from the expedition he debated lighting up a cigarette. He couldn't remember which brother had introduced him to it years ago. Maybe Thatch? Probably not Fossa since Fossa stuck to cigars and considered Marco's taste in smokes too weak. Nevertheless, he tried to refrain from smoking often. Phoenix regeneration or not, Discedo wasn't a great place to start getting even more addicted to something, and making it a habit back in the New World would just be one more thing to worry about. Usually he just saved it for when he was stressed out or nervous. When had the last time been? Christmas?

He'd had a mild argument with Japan then, hadn't he? How could the details already be slipping... it was just a few months. Even small stupid things Marco wanted to hold onto with both hands and make sure he didn't let go. Everything about Japan and their time together was precious to him. Everything.

Marco found himself lighting up in spite of himself. Would Shinji have been mad about it in his bar? Even now, Marco still thought of it as Shinjiro's place. Probably always would.

Why did it seem like someone important had to go home before more people showed up? Marco didn't know, but he sure hated it.

Threaded | Flat

Taking the back door into the bar, Tatsumi stopped to watch Marco for a fraction of a moment. He had half wondered how his feathered friend had been holding up since Japan disappeared. And with how the whole fiasco with the adventure turned out, the itch to know more about Marco felt unusually annoying. He had to remind himself to be patient or he'd run out reasons to poke one of the few sources of entertainment Tatsumi had left in Discedo that didn't involve killing or getting locked up.

His thoughts began to dip a little into someplace he wanted to avoid and so the werepire knocked his knuckles against the frame of the kitchen door to alert Marco.

"Ya!" The usual casual salute was given as the made his way over to were Marco sat. "I brought over the alcohol I salvaged during the flood. Not much, but your special sake is in great condition!"

Tatsumi set the bottle down. It had been wrapped up in some miscellaneous cloth. Obviously it was a special delivery. "The others are in a box near the kitchen."

And we're havin' a good time... havin' a good time... havin' a good time.