red solo cup. [tomaka/open.]

[CAPRICIA GIVANTI]

a hand raised as she looked at the broken golden watch on her wrist. my, my, was it that late already? the flame haired woman had been at this lovely shindig for almost five hours now, and hadn't stopped drinking since she walked in the door. the underground of shells town was not as huge as in loguetown, but they sure knew how to throw a fun party. having friends in particularly low places always spelled out a good time in her book. who could ask for more than liquor, men, and dancing? not any sane person, that's for sure. she waved to one of her old friends, the one who had invited her. the two embraced, both promising to see each other soon. it wasn't two seconds before capricia had grabbed her jacket, thrown it over her shoulders, and paraded herself into the moonlit streets of shells town.

she certainly looked the part of a midnight mistress. her flame red hair was loose and ended just below her rump. the only thing between her body and the night chill was a sleek jet black dress with an open back that plummeted dangerously low. it was strapless, of course, and had a slight v shape between her breasts. the right side was slit clean up to the bottom of her hip, leaving just enough to the imagination that it was flirty and sultry at the same time. she had on heels, but had taken them off and put them in her hands to carry. they hurt her feet like hell! it wasn't often the woman dressed nice, but when there were men to be had she indeed looked every bit the part of a playful female partner. the jacket covering her dress was black as well, and the backs of the arms had her trademark orange flames embroidered onto them. hot mess? hell yes.

as she did her best to appear sober, there was a tell tale swing in her hips that betrayed her every time to those who knew her well. you see, cap isn't a whoreish type at all. a little loose on occasion, but not one to be called a slut. her normal walk wasn't something sultry and seductive, it was all about functionality for her. the way she moved now gave away the sheer volumes of her beloved liquor that she had ingested that nice. enough to keep her standing and walking, but not enough to harbor her inhibitions.

as she walked down the streets she left the neighborhood areas and entered what appeared to be a strip of sorts. a few stores that were now closed for the night, a few bars, some market tents... wait, bars? the woman stopped in her tracks as she looked up into a sign that made a smile slip across her face. she hadn't thought of that. the party might have been over, but who said it had to technically end for her? after all, pretty soon when she got a crew she wouldn't be able to hang out in places like this without an entourage. might as well live it up while she could, right? she would probably regret it in the morning, but right now she was ready to keep this party going. a hand grabbed the door and pushed it inward, a gust of warm air hitting her along with the pungent odor of sweet, blessed alcohol.

walking up to the bar she gave her best smile to the bar tender. "tequila, please," she managed sweetly, giving a cute little head tilt when the man turned to get her a glass. moments later he sat the amber liquid down in a pair of shot glasses, and she motioned for the bottle in his hands. "oh, you can just leave that. save you the trouble," she joked, pleased with herself when the amber bottle was indeed placed beside her glasses on the bar top. well, well; fancy the service here! she was beginning to like shells town more and more. she looked at the bright bottle labeled 'tequila' and turned it around so it was facing away from her. she downed both shots in quick succession, and filled her glasses once more. no sense in dwelling on her old life! after all, this one was so much better.

[TALIS DUX]

Talis walked around Shells Town as he left the marine station for a bit. It had really hurt his pride watching all the real marines run by with their official ranks. He wasn't even considered a marine just yet. He wasn't a marine after all.... just a petty officer which seems to be just a nice way of saying that he was a guard and bait if ever needed. But thats okay. That was all right. He was going to move up on the ranks even if it killed him. After all he was a determined son-of-a-bitch and he has a can do attitude. All he had to really do was prove his loyalty to his commanding officers and all would be well soon. 

Then suddenly he smelt a sweet aroma of flowers and cherry blossoms among the crowd of people. The sweet aroma had made him blush because it had reminded of his previous lover. The girl had died at the hands of bandits not only 1 year ago. This was the reason he had become a marine in the first place. So that he could protect the people that he loved. He required strength. Suddenly he sniffed the air again and the aroma entered his nose which made him blush again. He was a man of course and he was still vulnerable to all of his weaknesses. 

One of mans weaknesses was his over need for alcohol. He needed to celebrate his assignment in the 4th squad. Walking into the bar he would walk to the bar tender quick enough to see that there was a woman snuffing down shots like it was nothing.Damn! this girl can drink. Smiling he would sit on the chair beside her and looked forward at the bar tender. "You know girlie, if you drink too much, people could take advantage of you. Can I get some rum? The bar tender nodded and go look for something to stock. his gaze remained forward, playing the mysterious stranger card.

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[Tomaka Hinoshi]

"I'm not big on most alcohols, whats a good one to have?"

The bartender raised an eyebrow at the tall man glancing over him once. "Tall fella like yerself aint been drinkin?" Tomaka shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. "Not out to bars a lot, just mostly had some home brewed stuff from my village and whatever ale that's carried on the ship." The bartender nodded and grabbed a bottle pouring it into a small shot glass. "Aint never b'fore I seen a guy like you. Travelin the sea and aint used to bein drunk of yer ass... we gonna change that t'night." He had the young Marine's attention and nodded taking the glass giving it a whiff. "Strong... what is it?" The baretnder beared a big grin, "WHISKEY~" Tomaka sighed and took a short sip feeling a shot in the throat as he did and felt ready to cough up a lung.

His attire tonight was simple making anyone mistake him for a normal civilian. He wore a basic black shirt and black pants that were accompanied by a basic pair of brown shoes. His blade was still with him making others think he was some sort of Bounty Hunter and now to the bar tender he looked even simpler than that by not having an assortment of drinks already. And now he had one more to add to his small assortment of flavors he had, whiskey. It was a powerful treatment to his body that woke it up and shook him a bit. Too much of it and he would easily end up on his ass and robbed blind.

The door opened letting the warm air into the building, in came a well dressed woman who had already appeared she had a few. She sat a near him with a seat giving them some space, he kept his eyes on her for a few moments before returning to his drink. The bartender dropped a few ice cubes into Tomaka's glass before handing off a small bottle and a glass to the woman, she had ordered Tequila. It didn't take long for someone to sweep in to her side and make his presence known by catching to her side making advances.

"Tch... one of the worse advances I ever heard. Say that around the wrong people and you might end up in trouble."

His gaze set to the man who came up next to the woman wondering what his intentions were on her. He seems shifty and she's already a bit out of it. Bastard like him might try something.

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