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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. 

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The sound of chains dragging against a hard surface was heard from a certain mans cell who was already growing tired of being locked up in the hell hole called Impel Down. Now how long it had even been since he had been dragged there? Perhaps only a few days or weeks, he couldn’t really tell, but it felt like the time was dragging slower than ever. Only thing he was able to even keep was his red tinted sunglasses, but everything else had been taken from him. The sea stone chains and cuffs around his wrists didn’t make things better either as they were draining him from the remaining energy he had.

The sudden voice caught the blonds attention as his eyes stared towards the bars of his cell, catching a sight of a man what made the corners of his lips turn into a wide smirk. Now, this was something that would amuse him at least for a little while. “Fufufufu~ Now that is just wonderful news, but they better be talking about the good stuff.” The ex-shichibukai couldn’t help himself from letting out his usual laughter as he pressed his back against the hard surface of the wall. 

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It was such a pain in the ass that storms had decided to ravage the sea. What made it worse is that the storms had cause the sea kings to rampage through the ocean as well. It would be suicide to try and travel. Making an emergency stop was the only option, it just sucked that Marines also had to do the same. It didn’t matter if their ships and sea stone coating the typhoons and whirlpools would trash their ships in seconds.

While walking around town she noticed that a few Marines were eyeing her but wouldn’t confront her. Obviously they couldn’t catch her and set sail right away. They both would have to play nice even if it did make her nauseous. This island was quite nice and peaceful and Bonney would be the one to cause chaos and destruction.

Going towards the marketplace she aimlessly wandered around. There were so many stalls and stores. Seemed like this place was flowing with money and goods. This probably wasn’t a bad island to stop at since who knew how long her crew would have to stay here. Passing by a weapons stall she noticed someone and her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach.

//Ah, thank god, someone normal XD Thank you! Though he is an asshole, either way. He has his reasons but they’re wrong, so~

Honestly, yes. Yes he did have to do such a thing because it was THERE, in tight leather/PVC whatever the hell that fabric was, it was like he was dangling a million beli in front of a homeless person and expecting them not to take it. stupid question really.

((What an interesting response. I didn’t send this, but I like this response I suppose. o: ))

｡♔ — AN UNFAMILIAR SENSATION thrums across Shanks’s wrist, and its then that he knows. Those that have reached zero before him always said it was an odd sensation, that you’d know when it hit. They weren’t wrong. 

THE SUPERNOVA IS in the wrong place at the wrong time, on this long since conquered island in Shanks’s territory; or the right place at the right time, depending on how you looked at it.