A Health To The Company

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A Health To The Company

Authors warning:
We do not advise the actions presented in this thread.
However we do think they are quite funny.

Drunken shenanigans ahead.

Please remember to drink responsibly, kids.

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The ground before him swelled like the deck of a ship on stormy seas as a hand at his back shoved Luther out from the tavern tent and into the orange light of evening and the cooling summer air. Luther ambled forward and nearly crashed in to a few passersby who shouted a few unsavory things in his direction before continuing on their way. Luther paid them no mind however as he rolled up the other sleeve of his jacket and fumbled and spun around to advance back on the Tavern tent. He wasn't done yet! He'd give him another one too!

His blue-green eyes were wild and only slightly focused as he turned them back on the entrance to the tent, and did his best to walk in a straight line towards it as his hands balled up into fists and he raised one as he staggered towards the door ready to swing at the first person that got in his way.

Somehow he missed the doorway and when he made a second grab for it Luther felt his wrist grabbed by a firm hand. He whirled to send his much delayed punch towards whoever stopped his rightful justice only to see the familiar if blurry face of Sklyar looking bemused at him.

“I think we've had enough fun in there tonight, buddy.” Skylar said calmly as he attempted to turn Luther away from the tent. A task Luther found alarmingly simple for his friend to do to him no matter his wishes. Luther decided that his hand hurt and he didn't want his shoe back anyways.

“You too guy, lets leave these people to their evening.” Luther heard Skylar speaking to someone else and turned to see him dragging another man out of the tent. He was about the same age as Luther with a much trendier, albeit equally disheveled, haircut. A pair of headphones dangled around his neck, with the cord swinging wildly, clearly not plugged in to anything.

Luther's blood was up and he'd already rolled up his sleeves to get stuck in, so it was his ire was left to rage in his chest impotently rather than be delivered upon his enemies through his mighty and righteous fists. Left with no other outlet he flipped the double bird at the tent and hollered. “Fuck you! Asshole! Fuck you and your whole bar too!”

Indignant and still irate Luther swung his head in the direction of his unexpected and unfamiliar company and involved them in the mutual debate “Fuck that guy, right?”

[Snow]

"My name's G-" the man began to say but cut himself off by taking another swig from a bottle. He'd somehow managed to keep the bottle on his person as he too was pushed out from the tent. "Gale."

It had been an interesting day to say the least. He had came to the fair with his family. His sister wanted to play some games, and Gale was a bit too tired so his dad took her and he wandered into the bar tent. A few drinks later, here he was with his new drinking buddy. Truthfully, given what had happened it was only a matter of time before he had been kicked out. He grinned a toothy grin and joined Luther in flipping the bird at the tent.

"Wait a second," he slurred, looking down at his hands, bottle in one, nothing in the other. After a couple of seconds his eyes widened revealing more of his green eyes. "I think...I think i left my book in there." With that said, Gale stumbled towards the tent. A hand reached out and grabbed the hood of his jacket. The force of the pull, though light, was enough to cause him to lose his balance and shove him to the ground.

"I don't think so," Skylar said, waving the book in front of Gale. "I have your book right here."

"Oooh, Gimme."

"Here you go, don't lose it."

Gale grabbed the book and took another swig of his bottle, offering it to Luther to finish up.

"Yeah, Fuck that guy," He responded far longer than it would normally take anyone to respond.

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Also, don't smoke, kids. Its bad for your health.

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Luther didn't know who this guy was but he liked the cut of his jib. Of course he liked the cut of everyone's jib right about now. Except that lady over there that was scowling in their direction and pulling her smelly gawking kids away. She looked like a total Karen.

Karens aside, Luther slung his arm around the shoulders and leaned a little too heavily against the slightly shorter man to show camaraderie as much as to defy the ground that was attempting to tip him over to one side despite his best efforts to remain upright. Luther was going to wait it out so he began rummaging through his coat pockets until he finally found a pack of cigarettes. That was exactly what he needed to blow off steam Fumbling with his one free hand Luther managed to pull out one cigarette and tried to rummage for his lighter but his only free hand was full now.

Cleverly he found a solution with the help of his new friend. Luther tucked the pack of cigarettes into the front jacket pocket of his new associate and then put the unlit cigarette in his mouth. “Hold this for a sec.”

Rummaging through his coat pockets with his now freed hand. Luther found a lighter and then reclaimed the cigarette from his leaning partner's mouth, popping it into his own and proceeding to light up. He took that first long drag before spilling smoke skyward and then reached into his associate's coat pocket again and producing his pack of cigarettes. “Smoke?”

Before the dark haired man could answer Skylar snatched the cigarette out of Luther's hand and the bottle from their mutual friend. He dropped the cigarette into the bottle ruining them both. “That's enough of that for both of you.”

“Oy!” Luther protested

Skylar snorted “Oy? Since when have you been traveling abroad.” Luther rolled his eyes and the way it made everything spin made him regret the action.

“You're the one that wanted me to have fun, make some new friends. How'm I sup-suposed to do that if you take all the fun away?” Despite phrasing it like a question Luther's tone was that of uncertain triumph and he made to take another cigarette out of his pack when Skylar made a grab for them. Luther managed to whip his hand out of the way to keep the pack in his possession and in another burst of brilliance tucked the pack back into the jacket pocket of his slightly sagging companion.

“We're at a fair. There's stuff to do everyfuckingwhere.” Luther gestured around them exasperatedly. “Why don't you and your new friend walk it off a bit and play some games?”

Luther turned his head, finding himself nearly face to face with his impromptu drinking buddy turned fellow prisoner. “Fuck this guy too amIrite?” Luther smirked. “Come on buddy, lets go play some games!”

[Snow]

Eyes widened in confusion as a cigarette was shoved into his mouth, probably deeper than the man had intended only to be pulled out again a second or so later. Gale reached for the bottle that was being taken away from him. 

"Yeah, let the man have fun!" Gale slurred, grabbing his companion and dragging him over to a machop who was standing next to a barrel. 

"Groah," the machop grunted, pointing with a thumb to a sign that read '5 dians. Arm wrestle the machop, win some tickets.' Gale shoved a hand into his pocked a pulled out a hand full of cash slamming it onto the barrell. 

"Whoa whoa," Skylar remarked, grabbing the extra amount and putting it back into Gale's hand. Gale shrugged and shoved the money back into his pocket. 

"Let's go you gray little monster," Gale half yelled half mumbled. Placing his right elbow onto the barrel, he used his other hand to hold the barrel to keep himself steady. The machop looked at him then the one who gave gave Gale some of his money back then back to Gale. Skylar Shrugged and stepped over to Luther to help him out. A toothy grin greeted the machop as he approached the barrel. "You're goin' down."

"Groah," the machop sighed, this clearly wasn't the first time he had to deal with a drunkard. He readied himself holding onto Gale's hand. He looked back to Skylar and pointed down, grunting three times. 

"You want a countdown? Fine."

"3"

"2"

"1"

On one the machop pushed slightly against Gale's hand. Gale, being as inebriated as he was, started pushing against the machop about a second or two later. The machop grunted in surprise, but still held his own. After five seconds of Gale pushing against the machop, the pokemon chuckled and that infuriated Gale. He pushed with all his might, his face turning beet red. The ma was a librarian, not a body builder. After 30 more seconds of this the machop gave up and allowed Gale to win. He knew that the man was weak, and drunk, and gave him the win, besides, whats a few tickets to appease a drunk?

[pandafox]

Maybe also try not to swear so much, kids. Its not bad for your health but its good for your vocabulary.
Also, people perceive you better if you don't swear much.

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“Whooooah, a Machop!” Luther said dazedly and well after the fact. Eagerly he tapped his new friend on the shoulder repeatedly “Did you know.... did you know that like... Machop has such a high percent..... there's muscle mass.... They have.... Did you know they're really strong!” Luther finally settled on his dim explanation looking far too self satisfied for someone who needed to be pulled upright by his beleaguered friend to keep from tipping over.

“Skylar had a machop... but its all different now....” Luther trailed off as if distracted by his own thoughts.

“It evolved.” Skylar explained, expecting this was the thought Luther was looking for.

“I've got one too!” Luther had found his mental way on his own and his hand moved to his belt.

Like a striking seviper Skylar grabbed his wrist and wrenched it up and away from where the pokéballs waited. With a grip that looked like it hurt he looked Luther in the eyes. “We do NOT drink and pokémon.” he said in a tone that left no room for uncertainty.

“R-Right.” Luther answered after a stunned moment, seeming slightly more sober for the experience. Very slowly he extracted his hand from his friend's grip and then reached down for his belt again while saying “Why don't you hold on to these for me.”

“Thats a good idea.” Skylar nodded helping Luther with the pokéball holding belt and stowing it away in his bag. Just as quickly the air of threat and menace seemed to evaporate.

Luther tossed him a crooked smile. “You're a good friend Skylar.” and in the same breath added “I'm gunna kick that Machop's ass!” Luther shoved his new aside and slammed his 5 dians on the table.
Just as quickly he found himself flipping over sideways with the force of how fast he just got beat. It seemed the Machop was done being patient with drunks and Luther was left to try to figure out how everyone else had suddenly gotten so far away.