Nights Like These

Drunk nights

Drunk rowdy nights are no weird occurrence at the Moby Dick. Parties are thrown on many occasions, no matter the reason. It can be from defeating marines or other pirates who thought they are stronger than the Strongest Man in the World, but it can also be because of a birthday or someone in the crew finding a new lover. All simple and legit reasons for a party.

However there are multiple times when it's just a party for literally every reason they can find. Such as tonight is a wild, booze filled party because one of the newer members caught a fish.

It's a very large fish though, not one anyone would catch with normal fishing supplies, but the man, Ginjiro, did it. Using his trusty fishing rod and a bit of bait to capture the fish that is about at large as three grown adult men. So Marco assumes that there might be a slight legitimate reason for this particular party. Not like the one from last week, that one only happened because someone managed to put the seat down after going to the toilet—this was a long discussed subject among the crew because several men woke up drowsy, wanted to take a leak and fell butt first into the toilet. The idea's for parties are becoming really far-fetched and maybe, just maybe, Marco should put a stop to it. You know, before things get out of hand.

But now the night is young and he is completely wasted, which is a new feeling for the blond commander. They had helped out villagers two islands ago and they gave them some specially brewed mead, that got supplied in several large barrels in their storage. After emptying all their other barrels of whatever alcohol they could find and take with them, they decided to go for the special mead. And boy, what a treat.

It's heavier than their usual brew and the effect is as clear as day on the crew. Drunk men scattered across the deck and some already called it a night.

But not Marco. The man wants to sober up a little more before heading to bed. A plus from his devil fruit is that it helps him burn alcohol a lot faster than for a normal person. He can drink a lot and not get wasted, it's really helpful in certain situations. So to actually feel this stage of drunk is a little weird but not unwelcome.

The sea breeze hitting his face and salty particles staining his hair, god how he loves this feeling. He sits on the upper deck with his back facing a solid wooden railing, another in front of him that lets him watch the sea through the bars. The perfect spot to sober up and he basks himself in the salty night air.

The chatter of the crew forgotten as he is in complete relaxation. Something well needed. Most of his paperwork is done and by now he most definitely deserved some peace and quiet. Letting the sounds of the waves lull him into a serene mood, eyes closed and ears only focused on the sounds that nature supplies. The disturbance next to him not even bothering Marco. All his negative nerves washed away with the waves and leaving a calm and happy Marco behind.

"This is nice."

He opens his eyes to see a dark haired and freckled male has taken a seat next to him, clearly in a state of intoxication judging from the light flush on those freckled cheeks. His back leaning against the railing and knees bent upwards and against his chest, whereas Marco's legs are laid flat on the deck.

"It is, yoi."

They fall into a comfortable silence. Ace is one of the few people on board that seem to let Marco be when he needs some alone time. Doesn't mean the freckled youth won't do anything within his powers to torment Marco, but when it matters the most, Ace will let him be. This is a new routine the both of them set up, Marco enjoying some peace and quiet and Ace joining him in silence or with a few small words, or Ace sunbathing on deck and Marco deciding to sit next to him.

He likes the boy, Ace is nice if not a real brat at times. Setting things on fire, not backing down from any kind of fight, extremely bad with people bad mouthing someone from the crew or the crew in general. But it's all in good nature, it shows how loyal the boy has become since joining the crew, his loyalty to their Pops.