Post by Angel Mau on Mar 9, 2016 7:16:21 GMT
Angel would be out for a stroll. St. Patties day, and he forgot to wear anything green. So the pinches were coming in surplus. But that didn't much bother him in his unlife. Pain was different now that was... Well, dead.
But he still didn't mind going out and about. Apparently the Japanese knew how to party like the Irish, and that was amusing if nothing else. So in order to partake in the festivities Angel would make his way to a random, hole-in-the-wall, Irish bar that he had deciphered from the drunken babble from the locals.
Walking Angel couldn't help but let put a chuckle. This had to have been the absolute worst thing in the world... Asians dressed up as Leprechauns. If this were any other day, this would be racist as hell. But today it was just part of the spirit. Angel shook his head and went to the bar.
As he was about to order his first drink someone bumped into him. He sighed and turn to look at what he expected to be another drunk Asian but to his surprise it was a spirit. It was the ghost of an Irishman, and not just any Irishman, it was Killy, the wraith he met the other day.
"Hey aren't you-"
But before he could say anything else Killy spoke.
"You, me, drink off."
Then without another word he possessed the body of a nearby leprechaun dressed Asian. Then he raised a hand to bar keep to order a round of drinks. Luckily tonight the bar had a competition going, whoever could drink the most got it their drinks for free.
"Why are we-"
Killy cut him off again by setting a drink down in front of him, some sort of green beer.
"You a quitter magic boy?"
He would say with obvious amusement as he picked up the beer and downed it in one sitting. Slamming the empty mug on the table he would stare at Angel with a mix of curiosity and amusement. Angel chuckled and picked up his own beer.
"No, I reckon I ain't."
He would say with a smile, then he would down his beer and slam it on the table. Killy smiled with enthusiasm and ordered another round. The two would down those beers. Then round after that, then another, and another, and even more. Angel and Killy were on a role. They were drinking more and more faster and faster. It didn't take long for them to form a crowd of on lookers cheering and yelling.
"BANZAI!"
With every drink they took. The drank and drank and drank, for hours they kept up the drinking. They got to a point that they were still going longer than most of the spectators that had passed out just from watching the two.
After a few more hours the Irish bar keep came over to them laughing and shaking his red curly head.
"Alrighty lads, I haven't seen people hit the bottle so hard since my grand papi and his pal went at it near 30 years ago. You've definitely made my night. But unfortunately you've drank all of me special beer. I think it's clear you two have won."
The old Irish man laughed so hard Angel thought he might pass out. The bar keep shook his head and took their picture.
"I'll be putting yer pictures on the wall of glory over there."
He would say pointing to a wall full of pictures of drunken patrons.
"As long as you two reign supreme your first drink will always be on the house. But only the first! Don't need you drinking me out of business."
The old man laughed again and walked back to the bar. Angel drunkenly turned and smiled at the Asian possessed Killy.
"That was fun mate, we should do it again sometime yeah?"
The possessed man smiled and gave a slight nod before it stood up and hobbled out of the bar. Angel just shook his head with a smile on his face then he too would leave to go back to the Apartment. This had been one hell of a night.
But he still didn't mind going out and about. Apparently the Japanese knew how to party like the Irish, and that was amusing if nothing else. So in order to partake in the festivities Angel would make his way to a random, hole-in-the-wall, Irish bar that he had deciphered from the drunken babble from the locals.
Walking Angel couldn't help but let put a chuckle. This had to have been the absolute worst thing in the world... Asians dressed up as Leprechauns. If this were any other day, this would be racist as hell. But today it was just part of the spirit. Angel shook his head and went to the bar.
As he was about to order his first drink someone bumped into him. He sighed and turn to look at what he expected to be another drunk Asian but to his surprise it was a spirit. It was the ghost of an Irishman, and not just any Irishman, it was Killy, the wraith he met the other day.
"Hey aren't you-"
But before he could say anything else Killy spoke.
"You, me, drink off."
Then without another word he possessed the body of a nearby leprechaun dressed Asian. Then he raised a hand to bar keep to order a round of drinks. Luckily tonight the bar had a competition going, whoever could drink the most got it their drinks for free.
"Why are we-"
Killy cut him off again by setting a drink down in front of him, some sort of green beer.
"You a quitter magic boy?"
He would say with obvious amusement as he picked up the beer and downed it in one sitting. Slamming the empty mug on the table he would stare at Angel with a mix of curiosity and amusement. Angel chuckled and picked up his own beer.
"No, I reckon I ain't."
He would say with a smile, then he would down his beer and slam it on the table. Killy smiled with enthusiasm and ordered another round. The two would down those beers. Then round after that, then another, and another, and even more. Angel and Killy were on a role. They were drinking more and more faster and faster. It didn't take long for them to form a crowd of on lookers cheering and yelling.
"BANZAI!"
With every drink they took. The drank and drank and drank, for hours they kept up the drinking. They got to a point that they were still going longer than most of the spectators that had passed out just from watching the two.
After a few more hours the Irish bar keep came over to them laughing and shaking his red curly head.
"Alrighty lads, I haven't seen people hit the bottle so hard since my grand papi and his pal went at it near 30 years ago. You've definitely made my night. But unfortunately you've drank all of me special beer. I think it's clear you two have won."
The old Irish man laughed so hard Angel thought he might pass out. The bar keep shook his head and took their picture.
"I'll be putting yer pictures on the wall of glory over there."
He would say pointing to a wall full of pictures of drunken patrons.
"As long as you two reign supreme your first drink will always be on the house. But only the first! Don't need you drinking me out of business."
The old man laughed again and walked back to the bar. Angel drunkenly turned and smiled at the Asian possessed Killy.
"That was fun mate, we should do it again sometime yeah?"
The possessed man smiled and gave a slight nod before it stood up and hobbled out of the bar. Angel just shook his head with a smile on his face then he too would leave to go back to the Apartment. This had been one hell of a night.
