Flare-Up

Drunken Encounters
“Keep em commin’, Bar Lady! A round for all my friends here at the bar too!” Brazzers D. Brennan, a young notorious and powerful pirate screamed from the walls of a local tavern, throwing his filled rum glass into the air along with the rest of the loud drunks in the not so fine establishment. Brennan jumped from table to table, the drunks in the room cheered him on like spectators at a wrestling match. The loud barks and screams of those within the bar could be heard loudly outside of it, deterring any normal civilians from even going near it, in fear of there lives, knowing that there was a pirate within those walls.

“I’m calling the marines, these pirates think they can just come in and disturb the peace?! I think not!” An older woman spoke, clutching her bag higher onto her shoulder and grabbing a purple Den Den Mushi from within it. “Purupurupuru!” The phone rang for a moment as she walked down the street. As a click would be heard, without even letting the person on the other line speak, she barked into the phone, shouting inaudible screams about pirates and noise, making her way to her home as the drunks still shouted and screamed in the the background.

“Hey, how old is this kid? You think he should be drinking so much and so early in the day?” A drunk man whispered to his friend, covering his mouth with his hand as to block his words from those around him.

“Who gives a fuck! He’s buying us drinks and having fun, this is what the seas are really about!” The man’s friend said in a loud whisper, pumping his fist in the air and chanting as Brennan made a fool of himself, jumping on tables and singing old shanty tunes with his fellow drunks.

“CRASH”

Brennan slammed into a large table, breaking the table and launching the table into the bar, smashing bottles and spilling kegs, nearly beheading the bar back in the process.

“Oops!” Brennan remarked in a drunken daze, laughing why he spoke.

“ENOUGH!” A large man slammed through the taverns back doors, a vein popping in his head and steam coming from his bald head. “I want you out of my bar! You’ve broken enough! I don’t have time to explain to the marines why were making all this noise! They already wanna shut me down!!” The man barked, waving his hands at a drunken Brennan. He then held his hand out towards the boy, “Just pay what you owe for the drinks and damages and get the fuck outta my bar!” The man screamed in anger, forcing his hand fourth, waiting for compensation.

“Ummmmm...I don’t have any money for you man. Sorry?” Brennan said, shrugging his shoulders as he let out a deep grin, sure to send the man into a blind rage.

“WHATTTT!” The man simply screamed in disbelief, lifting up a table in flipping it, much to the delight of the tavern goers.

“I can see your mad, so I think I’ll just leave now. Bye!” Brennan said before taking off out of the bar doors, running off into town, the drunks filing out of the bar one by one to cheer on Brennan as he ran from the bar, drunkenly skipping as the bar owner screamed from down the street before turning his anger back on the rest of the drunks.

“Well that was fun, I wonder what the gangs up too!” Brennan said to himself, walking down the street deeper inland, no real destination, just in search of some more fun, and little did he known, that would come sooner than he thought.