Drunk as a Lord

**Date Started:** August 1st, 2021
**Date Completed:** Ongoing
**Previous Role-Play:** N/A
**Users Involved:** User:BQD, User:KontonMan, User:GranCrux
**Setting:** Clover Kingdom
**Characters Involved**:
* **Magic Knights**: Dion. Fen Monroe, Bishop Quintrell

## Drunken Eagles

True to the plan, Dion and Fen had managed to grab at least Bishop and head for the bars. They’d probably been turned around at the first bar they stopped at had it not been for the bouncer recognizing Bishop as a nobleman. That coupled with their promise not to consume anything alcoholic was more than enough to get them through the door and in with the bros and babes. The town of Kikka seemed rowdy tonight. Perhaps they, much like the rookies who’d made their ways into Knighthood, were happy to see the new generation of Magic Knights.

Bishop seemed to have withdrawn into a booth the group had chosen earlier. Bars weren’t his typical scene, rowdy and loud. But he figured he’d bite the bullet this once. His eyes laid on the figures of Fen and Dion. They seemed happy, and who was Bishop to spoil their fun? They earned it.

"GYAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!" Fen slammed his glass on top of the bar, eyes wide as if he had just witnessed something unbearable. Yet a grin still managed to find itself plastered onto his face. "GIMME MORE AND MORE DRINKS!! I AIN'T DRUNK YET!"

Fen craned his neck towards Dion and Bishop, still smiling like an idiot. "You shits want more drinks?!"

“I think I’ll pass.” Bishop instead grabbed his glass of water, taking a satisfying sip. Bishop would rather avoid getting wasted out in the Commoners Realm, or just in general really. Someone had to be sober.

Dion blinked. "No you won't, the fuck?! Fen, get us some more!!!" Dion called out, raising his empty glass. "We're not leaving this place, 'till we're shit-faced! We deserve it!"

"9 MORE SHOTS BAR BOY!" Fen exclaimed, shooting fingerguns at the server. "PUT IT ON SAMSON'S TAB, AND DROP OFF THE DRINKS!"

The server nodded, scurrying off as they went to prepare the drinks. Fen sighed as he slid back into his chair. "How long does it take to get shit-faced anyways?!" he whispered to the group. "I've already had 6 of these shits..."

“Depends, maybe you just have high tolerance.” Bishop replied. He looked around the bar at all the other patrons. And true to his statement, he noticed some were wasted after dozens of shots, others after just one. Now, he’d wondered how many it would take Fen.

“And if you’re not even drunk then I’m guessing its the thrill of becoming a Magic Knight that’s got you drunk. Hehehe.” He laughed, probably the first time he’d done so genuinely since the trio met. “Look at you two, eh?! Silver Eagles! And Dion, that little speech you gave. To think I’d rubbed off on you so soon.”

Fen looked around, smirking. "Should we toast the future Magic Emperor? Eh? EH?!"

Dion shook his head, "Are you sure it's not your magic acting up, Fen?" he said, his cheeks slightly colored red. "Also, that speech was a mistake! A mistake! I didn't mean to say it...."

“Well, can’t take back what’s already been said, so you gotta live by it or else you’ll make me look bad.” Bishop responded, raising a glass to the toast.

“By the way Fen, your hair’s glowing.” Bishop spoke nonchalantly.

Fen tried to look at the top of his hair, but was obviously unable too. He began to swat at the top of his head violently as he spoke up.

"Nah, too late D-money." he said. A loud smack. The glowing blond strands dimmed. "A bunch of the new fuckers are gonna take you seriously. Plus, you kinda just challenged the Captains with that. Right? I don't fuckin' know politics."

“I don’t think that’s politics.” Bishop replied.

"It's definitely not politics." Dion noted. As he slouched on his chair, three women approached the Magic Knights, their eyes on the newly-added robes they possessed.

"So, Crimson Lion and Silver Eagles. Y-you guys are one of those cool Magic Knights, right?!" One of the girls asked, to say their clothes revealed their figures would've been an understatement.

"Eh?" Fen looked over as their drinks were delivered to their table, the server separating three shots for each of the newly inducted knights. "Oh. Hehehe, that's us."

He took one of the glasses and downed it, squinting as the alcohol properly hit him for once. "Ladies!" he exclaimed, wrapping an arm around Dion. Fen nudged Dion closer to the women. "Haaaave you met Dion?"

“Yea, he’s a single bachelor.” Bishop added on, also going in to wrap his arm around him. “Did’ya know he’s aiming to become the New Wizard King? And he’s got the skills too.”

Dion grabbed on to Bishop’s leg instantly, the fakest of smiles forming on his lips. “Sorry, I’m taken!”

The girls looked in surprise, “Oh, my…there aren’t that many couples in the squads, much less any….same-sex ones!” One of the girls giggled, the other followed. “Well…if Mr. Handsome over there is ever available, we’ll be here.” One of them winked, and the trio walked away from them.

Fen looked around at his friends. "Which one of us is Mr. Handsome?"

Bishop jumped as Dion touched his leg. His eyes moved down to see Dion’s hand, and it took Bishop awhile to process what had happened. Suddenly, a smile etched on his face as he looked Dion in the face. “So that’s why you keep talking about me dating you.” Without much else consideration, he moved Dion’s hand off his legs.

“Obviously they were talking about you. They think me and this dork are dating now.” Bishop sighed. He passed his shot glass around to Fen, learning back in his seat.

“Sorry about that, don’t try to set me up at bars. That’s not where you meet actual women, you know? Plus look at what they were wearing…I’m all for women empowerment but not in that way…” Dion claimed. “Ah shit…do you think those rumors will grow….” Dion asked worriedly.

Fen rolled his eyes. "I forgot. Dion wants to marry a rich girl. He's a gold digger."

“If rumors start that’s on you. You’ll be fighting off a fake relationship and for your sexuality. Talk about a double whammy.” Bishop replied. He took a sip of his water, falling back into his seat so much that he closed his eyes for a second. It’s always something when these two are around.

Fen and Dion however, with their eyes open, would notice another woman approaching the table. Her skin was brown while her hair was a long and flowing rose gold color that seemed silver at times due to the lighting. Had they not known any better, they’d probably have assumed she was a Silva from hair alone. However, her eyes were the more alluring part. They were a bright green, much like Bishop’s own. And with that observation alone, Fen and Dion would quickly realize that she seemed to share a few features with Bishop. She had yet to reach the table, but was making her way over with a confident stride that reminded them of their noble friend.

"Yeah, yeah..." Dion had long lost any focus on Bishop, for when that woman walked in, Dion nearly drooled, losing sight of anything else. The alcohol affected his vision slightly, and perhaps a gave him a little more courage than before, but he seemed to be deeply enthralled with what he saw. Bright green eyes that he couldn't take stop staring at, and silver hair. Dion disappeared from their side, instead stopping in front of the woman. "Hi, my name is Dion, I think we should marry each other!" Dion nodded to himself several times, getting on one knee.

The woman stepped right past Dion, not slowing down for even a second or seeming to acknowledge his proposal. “Good that you remembered to kneel.” Her voice soft and cold. She approached the table finally, leaning against it as she moved closer to Bishop who still had his eyes closed. She looked at him, the joyous expression on his face, then to the boys who accompanied him. Disgraceful.

“Fraternizing with commoners, are we?” This time her voice was tainted with disapproval.

Bishop jumped at the voice, his body shooting up and his knee hitting the bottom of the table. “Ouch!” He shouted, rubbing his knee as his head rose to face the woman before him.

“P-Pawnie…what are you-“ Bishop spoke, panic on his face.

“Mom and Dad wanted to throw a dinner in celebration of you becoming a Magic Knight so I came to pick you up. Out of all the places I thought I’d find you, a shoddy bar for senseless commoners was the last thing on the list.” Pawnie replied, the way she spoke the word commoners. There was a certain distaste to it.

Fen looked at Pawnie, and then back to Bishop. To Pawnie. To Bishop. Pawnie. Bishop. His eyes widened as he slammed his fists on the table. "OH SHIT. OH SHIT! THATS YOUR SISTER OR SOME SHIT?!"

He leaned back in his char, laughing loudly. "Man..." Fen glanced at Dion and then to Bishop. "I see where you got your, uh. Pompousness from."

Bishop seemed silent as Pawnie loomed over the table. His head lowered a bit but he continued to hold eye contact with her. His face seemed to waver.

Pawnie smirked.

“So, Bishop, care to explain why you’re here? The little brother I know would never be in a place like this. Two days in Kikka and you’ve fallen to the gutter.” Pawnie seemed to ignore Fen and Dion for the most part, her focus entirely on her brother. How submissive he was, but to commoners he should know better.

“I’m sorry, Pawnie. Let’s go.” Bishop replied, getting up from the table and standing next to his sister.

“R-rejected…” Dion said, slowly standing up, though his sense of balance could barely allow that. “Oh, sister? That’s your sister Bishop? Why is she so mean?” Dion slurred.

“Mean? You dare call a noblewoman of the generous House Quintrell mean? Half of you people would be wallowing in the mud if it wasn’t fo-“ Pawnie roared, only for Bishop to place a hand on her forearm, his back against the table.

“They’re not worth it. Senseless commoners, remember.” Bishop’s voice was cold. A complete disregard for the fact that these senseless commoners were people who called him friend.

Pawnie’s eyes landed on his hand, a sigh. “Warren, we’re leaving.”

Suddenly, almost as if out of then air, a man appeared next to Dion. He was remarkably tall, his orange eyes and blonde hair made him stick out among the two Quintrells. That, and his pale skin.

He looked down at Dion. “Excuse me, but you’re in my space. Would you mind moving, please?”

Confused, and more than that, shocked, Dion moved away from the sudden man, believing him perhaps to be a fragment of his imagination. "Oi, oi, Bishop, where are you going man? We gotta celebrate!"

Fen took another shot as his eyes narrowed towards the figure standing in front of Dion. "Ey, blondie!" he pointed. Fortunately for Fen he wasn't as drunken as most of the patrons in the bar. "I don't know who you are, but show a lil' respect. This a public place, my guy. Plus you prolly shouldn't be talkin' shit to Magic Knights!"

"So how about this," Fen grabbed another glass though he didn't down it. "You either move around my boy. Or you apologize to D-money and he'll get up. And toss in lettin' Bishop stay longer. We're drinking here!"

Warren looked at Fen with a bit of confusion, raising a brow. “I asked politely…and I’m just the transportation, I don’t decide whether or not the Young Master gets to stay.”

“Besides, he’s going to celebrate with his family, not you people.” Pawnie responded, moving to stand next to the man who appeared.

“I’m sorry, guys. Maybe next time…” Bishop spoke just so Dion and Fen could hear, but the subtle shift of expression on Warren’s face seemed to suggest otherwise. Bishop entered the area alongside his sister.

“Eh? What? B-Bishop? But you said you’d celebrate with us…” Dion said once more, confused.

Bishop remained silent.

Warren looked down towards Bishop, looking at the expressions on his face. He then looked towards Fen and Dion. His face stern through it all. “Congratulations, Young Master Bishop. I’m sure your parents are proud.”

And with that, Bishop and Pawnie were whisked away, vanishing from the bar. Yet the man, Warren, remained. “Congratulations to you two as well, I’m sure many more occasions for celebration will come along the way in your journeys.” And then, with the snap of a finger, he too vanished without a trace.

“B-Bishop and his hot but mean sister!” Dion said reaching towards them, but by then, it was too late. "Man...I-I'm going out..Fen. See ya tomorrow." Dion noted after several moments of silence.

## Drunken Roses

A faint red graced Kagura's cheeks, visible in the night only when she walked beneath the street lamps that littered the sidewalk every so often. She was drunk, though the bottle in her hand was surely evidence enough of that, but unlike most who would sway or stumble in the dark of night she managed to continue forward with some degree of grace, as though held up by some force beyond her own will. Taking a second to lean against a bench, she brought the bottle to her lips for a moment before realizing it was empty and tossing it into the nearby trashcan a few feet away from her.

"Na-Na, I think we should head back for the night... We... Yeah, tomorrow." A magical bubble of sound acting as her voice slurred out before she was left standing in silence for a moment before looking around. "Na-Na?" The disembodied voice called out once more to no one, she couldn't even remember if she'd been drinking with Nadia tonight. She had, right? She remembered the exams, the rookies, watching them alongside her squadmate but everything after that seemed so fuzzy. She was still in Kikka though, she was pretty sure of that.

"Oh man, maybe I overdid it a little tonight..." She thought aloud before she continued her slow walk down the street.

And walking through the solitary street, almost mimicking Kagura's exact movements was Dion. In his own mind, he'd chased after Bishop and his sister, calling out their names continuously. "Biiiiishooooop! Wheeeeeere are youuuu?!"" His words came out slurred as he nearly tripped on himself. The street seemed to warp on itself, almost as if by the effects of some incredibly powerful magic. But it hadn't been that at all, it was no more than alcohol.

"Bishop's sister?! Is that you?!" Barely spotting a woman close to a bench. Dion approached her, and as he attempted to run a little, he fell towards her figure. "AHHHHH!"

Without even thinking, Kagura moved out of the way of the man that in her mind was barreling toward her. As he fell she reached forward and grabbed hold of the back of his shirt to keep him from hitting the ground. There was a moment of silence here before Kagura's disembodied voice spoke up. "Bishop?" It asked curiously, pulling the man back up to his feet.

"No, no... No, I'm not a religious person, sorry. I don't... No Bishops, nope."

Dion was unable to see the women's face, much less the fact that her lips didn't move. Her voice could be heard from all angles, but he'd blame the alcohol for that. His visage could only see the ground as Kagura held him by his Silver Eagle robe. "Ahh...you're not? Then who are you?"

"Me? Oh well... That's easy..." Kagura's magic spoke for her but she didn't elaborate. Instead turning to the boy and trying to get a better look at him but in her eyes he wouldn't stop moving. It was hard enough that she was seeing double but trying to make out the face was difficult. So instead she looked at the cloak, in the dark of night it looked to her a pretty shade of blue and much like the face it was hard to make out the emblem. Was he one of theres? No, he was a guy, guys didn't last long in the Blue Rose. For one reason of another they'd leave, not that the female members made staying a good choice either. "You're one of those... rookies, right? What're you doing?" She asked, pulling on his squad robe to try to get him to stay still.

"Trying to find a friend...he disappeared and everything. But I guess you don't know him, eh?" Dion said, his head wobbling back and fourth as Kagura forced him to stand still. He then noticed the cloak she wore, it too, seemed quite familiar. "Ohhh, you're a Magic Knight! So am I? I'm guessin' you know Feuer right?!"

"Oh? You're looking for the Captain? Yeh, Yeah, I know the captain." Her magic spoke with a nod of her head which didn't help her double vision at all. Reacing over she wrapped an arm around the boy's shoulder, bending him at an odd angle into an almost headlock "Don't worry, I know where HQ is, even like this... I'll take you to the captain. It's late... We should go back to HQ. Right, Na-Na?" Her disembodied voice continued to to ramble as she tried to pull the boy with her. Pulling her gourd from her belt she raised it to her lips to take a big swig. Loweing it from her mouth and offering it to the boy, "Here, you... uh, drink that. It's a bit of a walk."

"Huh, who's Na-Na?" Dion said as Kagura held him in a headlock, it was somewhat uncomfortable, but he couldn't complain. After all, by himself he probably couldn't have made it back to any HQ at all. He drank from her gourd, taking a swig as sizable as Kagura's. "A toast to the Magic Knights hooray!"

"To the Knights!" Her magical voice yelled out loudly, proudly, far too loud a tone to be using that late at night.

**...**
With the boy in tow, and the help of an unsteady broom, Kagura was able to make it back to the Headquarters of her squad with little to no issue. It was a trip she'd made equal times sober as she had drunk. Like a cat she always seemed to be able to find her way home in some way or form. "We're here... The captain, she's probably asleep though. Yeah... it's about time to go to sleep." She spoke with a bit of drowsiness in her voice as she gave Dion what she'd meant to be a playful smack on the back, though she didn't know her own strength. Or rather, she didn't remember it in this state.

And with that smack Dion felt right on the ground. "I'm...home..." His voice was muffled by it, though he didn't seem to have any issue with it. "So this is my life now..."

"Mhm, it's nice, isn't it?" A sphere of magic spoke, "But it's late... it's..." She started but lost her train of thought as they entered the dorms where the other Blue Roses slept peacefully in the night. Kagura still wondered where Nadia was but knew better than to go bothering her in the middle of the night. Drinking made the Silva tired and waking her from that sleep would make her cranky and the last thing she wanted was to get a lecture while she nursed the soon to be hangover. "Sleepy time..." She told the boy before her magical voice faded away and she went silent.

*The Next Day*
Dion arose from his sleep when the birds started chattering, and the sunlight reached the room he found himself in. He'd slept in the most comfortable pillows he'd ever felt, and found himself dreaming of reuniting, of celebrating with Bishop and Fen. Of course, those visions quickly disappeared as his eyes opened, an intense migraine hitting the recently promoted Magic Knight.

"Jeez...what the hell happened last night..." Dion's eyes opened, and he saw it. The "pillows" he was resting in, they were attached to a woman of blonde hair, likely no more than his age in Dion's eyes, who slept peacefully despite the boy being nearly atop of her. His cheeks flushed a bright red instantly, eyes widening as he nearly stuttered. "W-what the fuck?!"

And then, he lost his sense of balance, realizing that the two had slept in a hammock. He fell to the ground with a loud thud, hitting the back of his head. "Ouch..." He scratched it, the boy rapidly pacing around the room, looking at Kagura from different angles. "W-what the hell happened...did I...s-s-sleep with her?! Nah, we both have our clothes on...unless...nah...no way. But who is this girl, and why am I here?!" Dion thought to himself. "Do I wake her up?!"

After inspecting her appearance closer, aside from noticing her features up close, he noticed the robe. The insignia of a rose attached on it. It was different, way different than his own. "B-b-blue rose?! Where the fuck even am I? Is this the Silver Eagle's base?!" With hurried steps, Dion quickly tiptoed out of the room, intent on figuring out where the hell he was.

Not far from where Dion was located, the captain of the Blue Rose squad Feuer Sirvard was just waking up as she arose from her bed softly yawning. As she got up from her bed, a few of her maids came up to her ready with her robe. Feuer slipped her robe on then made her way out of her room then down the hallway. She then heard what sounded like footsteps nearby as her eyes lit up. Her expression went from sleepy to serious as she looked around to see who was in the mansion.

"Who's there," Feuer ordered, "come out now!"

With eyes barely open, Kagura stepped from the opened door of her room. The light hurt her eyes but more than that her head hurt, that always happened when she drank dark liquor. The captain's words felt like a hammer being brought down on her head and it almost made her want to puke from the pain but with a hard, dry swallow she kept her it at bay. "It's me Captain, sorry if I woke you!" Kagura's sound magic was sent down the hall so she could speak at a tone that wouldn't make her head pound any further.

Another few steps, planning to move toward the kitchen to nurse her hangover, she felt herself bump into someone. Only really able to tell it was a person due to the warmth she felt the moment she bumped into it. Her eyes craking open just a little wider but even with the slightly expanded field of vision she couldn't make out who it was. Reaching out to touch the what she imagined was the face of the person she was surprised to find short hair. *"A Rookie?"* She thought with a look of confusion on her face.

Dion only froze up once he heard Feuer's voice. It was impossible not to discern, after all, she'd been the first Captain Dion had spoken up. He stopped midway through the stairs, before he could even speak, the same woman he had woken up to grasped his face, causing him to blush massively. Even that quickly dissipated as he caught sight of Feuer in her robe.

"I-It's not what it looks like! I promise! T-this is all a big misunderstanding!" Dion took several steps backwards causing him to fall down the stairs until he he had reached the bottom floor, a big bump on his forehead. "Damn...."

"Huh, you picked up a guy this time, Kagura?" Nadia spoke up, looking down at Dion. "And a commoner at that..."

"No need to yell, Na-Na..." Kagura's magic spoke for her as her head pounded with every one of Nadia's words. "It's not like that, he's a new recruit. I ran into him last night, he took the exams yesterday. Can you believe it, Na-Na? A boy joined the Blue Rose, what should we make him do first?" She spoke through her sound magic, a laugh beginning before immediately being cut off as the blonde Knight grabbed hold of her head in pain, slumping down to sit on one of the stairs and lean against the rails.

"On second thought, you can make him do stuff first... Mind telling him to get me some water? I'm not feeling too hot right now."

"Hm? Blue Rose?" Nadia tilted her head, looking at the boy's robe. "Kagura, we had no male recruits this time around, and this one belongs to her." Nadia seemed slightly angry, as Dion attempted to stand, Nadia's heel brought him back to the ground.

"Stay. Feuer, what do you want us to do with him?" Nadia grinned.

Feuer looked to Dion for a second with a unsettling stoic expression on her face before taking a second to think of what to do with him. She then sighed to herself knowing she had one idea in mind of what she could do to him but it would be going too far. "Tell me boy, what is a man like you doing inside the Blue Rose Mansion," Feuer demanded.

"I-It's Dion, Feuer." he attempted to say with as much conviction as he could. His voice sounded frail compared to Feuer, all the signs of uncomfortableness present. "It's all a huge m-misunderstanding I promise." He remembered her words, about how to properly speak to someone, while he didn't initially believed in them, they did help him get through the exams. Dion cleared his throat mustering as much courage as he could while being on the ground.

"I went partying yesterday! A-and I met up with that blonde chick there, might've confused her for someone else. I thought I was heading to the Silver Eagle's headquarters. Though, this place is nice."