Alcohol pervaded the mans whole existence as he essentially consumed dust, dirt, and air with each inhale through his beleaguered lungs. His entire demeanor was drastically different from what most people were used to seeing from him, his body lurched and dragged itself across the cobblestone and through the sands as he forced himself up into a kneeling position from where he was previously laid out in. Coughing into his fist, he ignored the swaying world around him as he attempted to drag himself to his feet from the drunken stupor he had found himself in.

"You know. I could go for some tacos right about now."

Truthfully, he didn't know where he would find tacos in the middle of the day but he was certain some restaurant would serve the food that he needed to soak up this alcohol. He needed something quick and greasy, and unfortunately his drunken haze made it relatively hard to ascertain exact details and landmarks between the various locations he was looking at through a coke bottle. Leaning against the wall, he chuckled to himself and flopped his way through the first door he could, landing in the front parlor of a restaurant that actually happened to serve tacos.

209/2000

Sho found himself off in a distance country on some leave. He was to meet some of his fellow Rune Knights while out in the foreign country of Stella. Sho was excited to meet some of his fellow Rune Knights especially his superiors he wondered what kind of people they were. Were they nice, abrasive, mean, strict, they could be anything? This kind of thing excited him to dive into. He walked onto the scene it was very festive to say the least. People were cheerful, being merry and doing all sorts of fun things. The first thing that caught Sho’s eye of course was the assortment of boozes and food laid out for people to partake in. He wasn’t too sure if it was free, so he watched carefully. Hovering around the food and booze waiting to see if people paid for what they were taking. Sure enough, he did not see any coin being exchanged for the food and booze taken so of course, Sho helped himself.

He looked over the spread of food with wanting eyes, his mouth-watering a bit. He kept himself from drooling he had to keep up appearances at least for the moment he just arrived on the scene. It would be unbecoming to look like a mad man even though he kind of did with the black veil covering his face. He did kind of look like a villain, all-black outfit with a face covering. So he had to be on extra good behavior while he was out. That wasn’t going to stop him from getting plastered though. Sho grabbed a mug of ale, it foamed at the top just the way he liked it. It wasn’t long before he wandered off and heard Seika who seemed to have had too much to drink say he could go for some tacos. Which sounded like a good time, tacos and booze. The issue was Sho did not know where to find said tacos so he watched the drunken Seika fumble and try to make his way to his feet. “I think you had a bit too much let me catch up to you so we can both be drunk”

The rather large dark-skinned man made his way over to the first restaurant he could find. Sure enough, they were serving tacos.

397/2000

Quite buzzed himself, Shichiro wasn't exactly in his right state of mind at the moment. He had a few drinks with his subordinate, Seika a little while ago. Today he wasn't accompanied by his companion as Panther Lily wanted to go to a different attraction briefly where they were growing all sorts of fruit and learned there were various kinds of Kiwi not seen in Fiore. He never understood his companion Kiwi fascination but as long as he was happy, that was all that mattered to him. For now, he'd turn back to the matter at hand. Shichiro rubbed his head a bit at the mild headache that was accumulating. He knew it wouldn't get any more words than this because he decided to give himself a cut off point. He then heard him blurt out something along the lines of wanting tacos to which Shichiro wordlessly nodded his head too at the idea of going for some tacos. Staring blankly in the direction before him, all he could think about was getting nay kind of food into his system really so he'd at least feel a little better about the mistake he had made. He had overheard Sho say something about trying to catch up to Seika in the level of the drunken stupor he was in. He had hoped the night wouldn't end with them doing anything too crazy.

He'd have to steady himself on the front door of the restaurant as he tried to stare up at the sign and read it coherently. Squinting heavily, the name flowed out like chopped cheese whiz as he slurred over the vaguely foreign words, "E-el f-fuent- El fuck it they got tacoss!" He hiccupped and laughed boisterously as he pushed his way into the place. The sounds and smells that met him shocked him into stopping just for a second as he got his bearings. Hiccupping again, he'd turn around and call out to Shichiro and Sho, "Ey they got taco's here!"

Turning back around, he'd stumble up to the greeter before drunkenly holding up four fingers, "Yeah can I get a booth for uh..." He'd look at his hand and shake it out before burping a bit into the hand that reflexively went up to cover his mouth, "Ugh, excuse me, yeah for uh, a number of folks. Yeah that sounds about right. Just a booth for some folks would be nice."

The greeter would blink at the clearly drunk large black man before nodding and leading him and whoever his imaginary compatriots were to a booth.

425/2000

Sho took his booze and chugged it in an attempt to reenter into a drunken state. The thing about being a lightweight he could get drunk quickly but he sobered up quickly. He was drinking just enough to get drunk but not blackout drunk. No headaches were setting in so he knew he was good for the time being. After chugging the drink he set the mug on a nearby table in hopes someone would come by and clean it up. It was a festive event there had to be people cleaning up. Sho lost track of the drunken Uchida in the crowd while following Seika into the restaurant. Hopefully, he was not too far enough from hearing Seika blurt out tacos. Sho watched the drunken Seika settle himself in front of the restaurant trying to read it very carefully. He couldn’t really read what it said due to blurred vision no doubt regardless they had tacos. That’s all that mattered in the long run. Seika turned around and called both of them. “Let's get tacos!” Sho yelled out while throwing his arms into the air like an idiot. He was a happy little kid around these two. He was showing that his buzz was kicking in at this point. He walked in after Seika who was trying to order for them. Oddly enough Seika was able to get them another booth to sit in.

The greeter led the group to a booth that was sitting towards the back. People were staring at the odd group making their way to the back. Sho plopped down in a seat and waited patiently for all of them together before ordering. He picked up a menu, looked over it accordingly.

690/2000

A bit drunk from the fun they had previously, Shichiro had gotten sidetracked with a different activity as he was on the way to attempting to go and grab tacos with Sho and Seika. He was drawn by something else, a little gambling game. It was one of those old fashioned balls under three cups sort of thing and it was currently drawing a crowd. An old man was managing it and Shichiro decided to watch for a little while. He figured since he had separated from the gang, he'd use this time to see what kind of miscellaneous adventures he could get into for the next few minutes or so. Observing another person play the game, he'd watch the old man put the ball under the middle cup and begin to shift them around at speeds Shichiro couldn't comprehend. He'd have to admit, he wasn't ready for movement like this as he's never seen it happen like this even in his wildest of fights. After ten seconds of shuffling, the old man had stopped and the customer had to pick one. Pondering on it for a moment, the customer eventually settled on picking the cup on the right to which it was empty. It was unlucky for him and so he lost his wager. A second person had decided to step up and try their luck. Unfortunately for them, they had also lost their wager. by choosing the wrong cup. Well, that was fun to witness.


Shichiro decided he would give it a go to test his luck. After watching a few attempts, he was positive he had acclimated to his speed, even in his drunken stupor. Watching the old man put the ball in the middle cup one more time, Shichiro focused on the cup he thought the ball was in as the man began to shift the cups around. After ten or so seconds of shuffling, the man stopped and beckoned Shichiro to choose. Deciding to choose the one in the middle, the old man had lifted the cup up to reveal nothing was under it. Shichiro was sure that was the cup the ball was under. A bit annoyed, Shichiro tried again, offering another wager. Once again, he had picked the wrong cup and lost his wager. He figured he wouldn't play the game anymore and decided it was best for him to catch up with his colleagues. They had said something about wanting tacos and so it was best for him to leave and go find a place to get them. That was it for his side adventure and he'd like to return back to his buddies as he just remembered he was famished. Tacos really did sound quite nice right now. Going down the path he had initially followed. Eventually he could see a drunken Seika and Sho going into a restaurant that sells tacos. Following behind, he figured he be able to catch them just in time as Seika was getting a booth for the three of them.

Falling into the booth with a heavy thud, the chocolate man laughed heartily at the situation they were in now. Drunk off their rocker and yet completely within control of their own destinies, the three musketeers as he was now calling them all, were all crammed within a booth towards the back, mainly to hide the stench of booze that now clung to them like a malignant haze. Seika's gaze turned down towards the menu but before he could even get an order out, he noticed an item in particular that caught his rabid eye, "They have... Birria tacos... HOMYGOODNESSSSS!" His flamboyant exclamation filled their corner of the restaurant as he immediately began waving down any waitress he could find, his excitement and exuberance was enough to drive any man to drink honestly. Finally flagging a poor girl down, he immediately rushed into a tirade of words and demands that wouldn't be too out of place normally, but thanks to his drunk slurring were much more... extra than what the waitress was used to normally, "How you doin, yeah uh... lemme get uh... three orders...? No. No. Stupid. Lemme get FIVE ORDERS!? No... What if they don't want any... Hey do ya'll want any of these uh... Birria's? Cuz if not imma get like thirty of them or somethin like that." He'd look over at the other two accompanying him as he struggled to make sense and order properly for the three of them, the waitress clearly wanting to be anywhere else but here.

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For a moment Sho thought he had lost Uchida and his little pet. They weren’t too far off from the two stumblings into the restaurant. Before Sho could say anything Seika spoke up about Birria tacos which was a delicacy  Sho never had before. Seika was waving down a waitress, any waitress that was wondering by. Between Seika and Sho they had all the noise covered they could make. Seika managed to flag a girl down, which she approached and she was immediately trying to keep up with the drunken Seika. Seika turned to both of them “Yea give me some of them Birria’s I have never had one before they sound mouth waterin.”

Sho turned to the waitress and quickly ordered as coherently as he possibly could. “Bring us like eighty birria tacos please and a round of your finest ale we haven’t had our fill yet.” The lady took down their order and quickly made her way into the kitchen where they would start the cooking of eighty tacos. It was a tall order but the way it seemed they were going to eat every last one of the tacos with no problems at all. Sho couldn’t wait for the booze so he stood up and made his way over to the bar. The bartender was a cat demi-human shining glasses. Before he could say anything, “three whiskey shots and some apple ale please!” The bartender nodded and prepared the drinks. He waited at the bar, slowly losing the buzz that he had accumulated before coming here.