Oh look, they're getting drunk again, what a surprise. (Log, Incomplete)

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When; Evening of Truth Day
Rating; Oooh, this could go anywhere.
Characters; Captain Sparrow 13_year_captain and the Erstwhile Commodore Norrington heart0foak (Did you miss us? XD). Other members of the Pirates Crew and their chums and acquaintances (Jan, Lieutenant Matsumoto, Agent Sands, etc.) should also feel free to stick their oars in for Great Drinking and truth telling.
Summary; In order to get Sparrow to leave him alone at Zack's party for Evelynne, Norrington challenged the pirate to show him a good time his next night in the city. Now he has make good on his deal. Oh, get your minds out of the gutter...

Log;



Thanks to their conversation just before meeting up in the corridor of the first floor of building eight, the silence between the two of them as far as the Underworld had been verging on oppressive. The Commodore had paused briefly to knock on Sands' door and when no response was forthcoming, to slip a polite note in impeccably neat copperplate handwriting (pressed down on the paper particularly hard to make it legible by judicious use of the fingers) under it explaining where they were going and that he was quite welcome to join them if he so wished. Then by unspoken consent, they left the building and headed into the dusky evening of the city streets towards alcoholic oblivion.

Norrington hadn't actually been in this close proximity to the Pirate Captain since their near duel some time ago. Certainly, they'd communicated a fair bit using the strange future glowing boxes (which made things a lot easier), but avoided actually meeting face to face. It was dashed odd enough not being on the verge of shooting each other, and it might well be some time before he got used to actually talking to the man like he was a fellow human being and not some sort of vile embodiment of all things piratical.

And then, of course, there was the whole Truth Curse issue...

Well, a question should at least be safe.

"Where are we going?" Norrington asked.

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A proud gleam shines in her eyes as she slides a loving palm over Haineko's saya. Nimble fingers slide the lacquered sheathe free of her belt and move to lay in on the table. "All shinigami are given unnamed blades, but when they rise in the ranks, they're given the chance to chose or be chosen by one of the named zanpaktous. She chose me."

After a quick glance around to make sure no one else was paying attention, she slides the blade free with a satisfying rasp. The metal is a soft, shining silver, ending in a wicked tip.

"She's a good one, but she's a little lazy at times... and she complains when I have a hangover. It gives her a headache too."

She pauses, realizing she was rambling...

"Would you fine gentlemen like to meet her?"