Everyone by the bar was also quietly listening. But as the coffee table group began to talk again, even more lively from before because of the two women who joined them, the bar guys redirected their attention to themselves.
The man known to them as Pirateking2000 started to speak.
Pirate: Man, there are girls over there. I wonder if we should join them...What do you think, Raze?
JeffreyRaze: I told you to just call me Jeffrey. And, well, we’re all going to sit down together shortly, right? That annoying chef told us that we’ll move to the dinner room at 8. What time is it?
Mega Mana: Hold on, let me check my phon—
Pirate: NO!
With a sudden movement, Pirate stood from his barstool, startling everyone.
Mana: W-What is it?
Pirate: Don’t you dare to take that disgusting filth out in front of me!
Catastrophy: Whoa, chill out dude.
Mana: Sorry, I forgot you hate ph-
Pirate: Don’t say the p-word!
Mana: Okay, look, it’s okay, man. Just sit down, okay?
Pirate: [Slowly get back to his seat, while eyeing Mana’s every movement] Hmph, that was so close.
Machete: Now that you’re cool, why not another drink! Bartender, two more glasses of cocktail, please!
Cody: Coming right up, sir.
Jeffrey: Man, don’t you have enough already? You’ve already drunk, like, 13 glasses.
Catastrophy: Actually, he has drunk 15 and a ¾ glass of cocktail.
Machete: Man, who’s counting anyway? Not me, for sure! But man, isn’t this great? It’s not everyday you get to drink as much as you can.
Jeffrey: Well, you have a point. One more glass of vodka on the rocks for me, please. How about you, Kazbar?
Emporer_Kazbar: Why, my precious eyepatch, you’re always so shiny and tough? I can’t wait until we get to be by ourselves again so we can do this and that, my dear eyepatch.
Jeffrey: Umm…
Kazbar: Oh, excuse me. Sure, I’ll have whatever you’re having.
Catastrophy: I’ll have a shot of whisky, please.
Cody: Very well. Here are the cocktails, sir. [hands out cocktails to Pirate and Machete].
Glass clinked as they continued to drink and chat while waiting for the clock to strike 8. The atmosphere in the room was generally pleasant, as everyone was enjoying their time with new friends or just more alcoholic beverages, maybe even both. When the clock hand pointed to 7:58, the door once again opened. A man was catching his breath. Behind him, the butler Bigwig followed.
Bigwig: Master Masterplum has arrived. Therefore, if all of you would please move to the dining room.
Everyone started to prepare themselves to move to the dining room. Glasses were emptied. The samurai woke up from his slumber and joined the crowd to the dining room. The newly arrived guy approached him, as the others were walking with their newly formed groups.
Masterplum: Ah, I was almost late! It’s nice to meet you, Mr. …Metalsluggg.
Metalsluggg: …the path of the sword requires self-discipline, young one. And please refer to me by Samurai.
Masterplum: I…see. Then please call me Plum.
Samurai: …Hmm.
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Oh, I am one yet many.