That just happened.
@xmarksthedrake
What was more fun than getting drunk with lots of good friends at a bar? Getting drunk with lots of good friends at lots of bars! It was this philosophy that had led the Red-Hair Pirates to their current celebratory tradition. Everyone at this point with their crew knew about the shots tradition on each crewmember’s birthday. However, this tradition was even newer and was turning out to be far more entertaining than any of them could have ever possibly imagined.
With the bounty poster in his hand, Shanks and his crew staggered into the fourth? fifth bar? The only way they could tell how many shots each of them had done was by the marks on their arms- pens left ticks in groups of five. They could stop when each member of the crew had their designated number (not that anyone particularly would know when to stop- they were all long gone by this point.). The number of drinks/shots/shooters (really up to the person) that each person needed to take was decided beforehand, based on previous drinking experience and desire to drink this evening. Everyone was pulling their weight, though some younger crew members and Benn (Benn always went with ‘I’m the mom so safety’) were serving as slightly buzzed DDs.
So, what did the numbers add up to?
5,000.
They originally wanted their goal to be the whole 500,000,000beris that Luffy was now worth, but Benn quickly vetoed that due to some concerns over “alcohol poisoning” or something like that. So he came to an acceptable solution: chop off some zeroes. Not too many because there had to be some challenge. But it was only a bit over 50 shots or drinks per person now. And they had all night. And so far so good.
Well, ish. So far a few of the crew had to retire for the night- lining the roads with the drinks they had just consumed. It was a wonder they had found the right ship to pass out on. But Shanks and a few men were still going strong. Benn had tallied (and given a few extras because, well, people were dying here) and so far their number was at 4,450. Fifty more to go. Shanks had bravely offered to help during this pub run, his arm displaying at least thirty marks so far- though he may have missed a few.
And that’s when he entered into this next bar, cheerful, his whole crew so drunk and happy and eager to just drink this place dry that they would pull anyone around them into their party. And Shanks found one particular person who just had to join them. The dark, brooding, miserable looking figure at the bar. The one who looked like they’d rather eat their own arm than talk to anyone. Clearly, he just needed to party hard with Shanks. So, with as much dignity as a stumbly pirate could manage, he unceremoniously crashed into the barstool, nearly breaking it and the bar. Coming from a low angle to see the man’s face, he put the wanted poster right under his nose, “Wanna hear the story about how this kid stole my hat and now I have to keep tellin’ ‘em to raise his bounty cause I want it back?”
