Drink, drink, drink, brother, drink!

[genuine_human]

Who: Millennium and YOU
What: The Major's bachelor party, everyone is welcomed.
When: February 24th, evening to early morning
Where:  beer hall in Central
Warnings: Lots of drinking, a bit of violence perhaps

With the wedding coming in only about just a week, the Major now only had just a few days left of being a single man. He didn't care much one way or another about the marriage, but it was always a clear excuse to have a little bit of fun. He invited his men over to one of the beer halls in Central. Any bar would do and more than likely, they planned to alternate among locations once the establishment could no longer accommodate the sort of fun the Major had planned for.

There was nobody in the beer hall beyond Amestrian soldiers, all members of the Millennium faction. Still in uniform, some not, they were all invited over to the Major's party where they drank, yelled, and laughed to their hearts content. The waitresses were already having trouble with the near constant demands of all the soldiers. They liked to eat as much as they enjoyed warring, after all.

As they cackled, the Major stood up from his seat and pulled himself up on a table. He put his fingers to his mouth and gave a loud whistle. The men, at once, cease and look up at their commanding officer. The light from the chandelier's candles reflect off of his glasses. He extends his arms out.

"My friends, I must say that I am quite pleased to see all of you here with me. In about a week, I will no longer be just a man, but a husband as well. Under the orders of our Fuhrer, a woman of the Crystal King will soon be brought to me under my care. And indeed, as much as it pains me, nights like these together with all of you will be a thing of past. Nothing more than another memory to remind us of our better days in this mundane world a little distant that which is made up of iron and flames. There have also been concerns whether this would affect my duties to all of you.

I will make this promise to you: beyond a man, beyond a husband, beyond anything else, what I am is a soldier. A marriage these days, you see, is an oath. An obligation. A lifelong commitment between interests. If we are talking about oaths, obligations, and commitments, then for a soldier, the matter of war would always be prioritized over a woman!

I love war. The love I bear is far deeper than anything a human can feel for one another. It is the one thing, the only thing, that a soldier could ever desire! So then, I will not be leaving you as your commanding officer. I am here to stay just as long as you would have me!"

As he stretched out his arms, his men gave him an applause. The Major gives keeps his arms uplifted as if basking in his men's adulation. Stepping down from the table now, the Major beams at his men and yells,

"Bah! None of you came to hear me speak! Go on, then, my friends, eat and drink, drink to your heart's content and until the beer overflows through your blood!"

Now, walking around the beer hall with a mug in his hand, the Major swings it around as he sings at the top of his lungs:

"Trink, trink, Brüderlein trink,
Lass doch die Sorgen zu Haus
Trink, trink, Brüderlein trink,
Laß doch die Sorgen zu Haus!
Meide den Kummer und meide den Schmerz,
Dann ist das Leben ein Scherz!
Meide den Kummer und meide den Schmerz,
Dann ist das Leben ein Scherz!"

Comments

[someguyscat]

Schrodinger was sitting on the edge of the table, swinging his legs over the side as he demanded drink after drink from the server. After the Major gave his speech he cheered just like the other men, and added his own little note of encouragement before taking a swig:

"Hehe, Major, you know it wouldn't be any fun without you!"

But then he paused mid-gulp and lowered the glass again to add, "Well it probably would be fun, but not as much fun, you know?"

[genuine_human]

The Major turns to Schro and gives him a smile of his own.

"Indeed! After all, war should be fun, shouldn't it, Warrant Officer Schrodinger? I cannot imagine you could have more fun with Dok than you could with me."

He gives a chuckle, not really meaning much behind his words.

[someguyscat]

Schrodinger lets out a laugh, almost spilling the rest of his beer into his lap.

"Majorrr, are you calling Dok a wet towel? Careful, he might hear you!"

[genuine_human]

"It wouldn't hurt for the man to loosen up a little. He's so busy with his work, I didn't even think he would be here with us."

[someguyscat]

Schrodinger tilts his mug back, downing a quarter of it before he answers the Major.

"Hehe, I'm surprised he came too! Maybe we should help him loosssen up a little~"

[nomen_est_numen]

Well, at least it looked as though nobody was in the beer hall beyond Amestrian soldiers, but that's only because they didn't look closely enough in the corners. Thus they didn't see the shrouded form over there at that table. No, that table. The other one just has the obligatory Dunedain vagrant.

Yes, you see, he can't really be accused of having crashed the party if he was there first, and Shen had really only gone there for a sit-down and a chance to think in relative peace and quiet and a drink or five... and now here's a bachelor party. Damnit. He almost gets up to leave, but realises if he tried to wend his way through the crowd now, he'd only end up with his cover well and truly blown.

So he shall wait. And take advantage of the chaos of the place to drink until he's not bothered by the noise any more.

[genuine_human]

Just as he was singing, the Major walks on over and notices Shen sitting. If he recalls, the man has been here for quite a while before the Millennium soldiers had invaded. He makes a brief smirk and walks over to the Beastman just sitting over there.

"Excuse me, but could you be die Hauptgänge?"

[nomen_est_numen]

Shen looks up at him, or at least that's what it looks like from the tilt of his hood. Is that a glint of beak in there? Red eyes? Yikes. "That all depends. What does that phrase mean?"

Either he's as haughty and pedantic as he sounds or he's got the drunken dignity thing going. Hard to tell.

[genuine_human]

"Why, it means..."

The Major fixes his glasses. He chuckles a little and pauses before giving Shen the answer to his question.

"... the main course."

[nomen_est_numen]

You just had to go there, didn't you, Major?

Of course you did.

Decades of martial arts training means that he can snap himself stone cold sober if he needs to and he does just that, without moving save to slip a blade from his sleeve and into view, held delicately but deliberately in the primary feathers of his right wing.

"I should think not unless, of course, we can put 'fat human' on our menu." He hides the knife away again. "But of course, eating a thinking being would be absurd, wouldn't it?"

[genuine_human]

Decades of marital arts training may put Shen in a state of awareness, but in the end, he was only one men. The other Millennium soldiers would have drawn out their lugers at the bird, but it seems he was quick to hide it away. A normal man might have expressed some fear, but the Major simply looked down at the knife with his yellow eyes and gave Shen a daring smirk.

"Come, now. You won't find any humor in life if that's how you'll respond to every joke. Life, itself, is just a joke, you know."

[nomen_est_numen]

"Hmh," the Peacock responds. "I'd laugh if the joke were funny. But I suppose you're right, life is nothing if not farcical." He picks up the glass and drinks again. "You've quite the gathering here, I see. I've been out of touch with the social events lately--indulge my curiosity, then. What's the occasion?"

[genuine_human]

"This?" He looks towards his men behind him and back at Shen. "Why, the occasion is that this is my bachelor party."

[nomen_est_numen]

His response is wryly amused. "Ahhhh. Should I offer my congratulations or my condolences?"

[genuine_human]

"If I had to pick one, then I would say congratulations! This is indeed a wonderful moment for me and really, there's no better reason to celebrate with food, beer, and friends!

Here. Why don't I order something for you, my friend. You are as much a part of this party as my men are!"

[nomen_est_numen]

Shen ponders this idea, weighing the obvious upside of food and drink against the equally obvious downside of being discovered.

Still, he didn't remember hearing of Amnestris being too buddy-buddy with the Church. He pushes back the hood, revealing his head--tired eyes and wilting crest and all--and, after a thought, shrugs the cloak off entirely. "Congratulations, then. Perhaps I will join you in your celebrations for a short while."

[in_a_nest_of_vipers]

Off to one side was a cluster of soldiers wearing uniforms of the Dagarian 3rd army, heavy cavalry division. As Millenium troops filled the hall, they clustered a little closer together and shot dark looks at them.

One of them muttered, "War-crazy nutjobs. The rumors I've heard about them make my blood run cold."

[genuine_human]

"Yeah?"

Of course, a Millennium operative from a table just across the Dagarian 3rd Army overheard that little comment. He and another man, both just about middle-aged, made their way over to the other soldiers, presenting an ugly, vicious smile.

"No need to hide over there all by your lonesome, friends. Tell me what you've heard and I'll tell you if I've done it."

[in_a_nest_of_vipers]

"Got nothin' to say to you, pal."

The way he says pal suggests that he doesn't actually think of him as a pal at all!

[genuine_human]

The two men simply laugh.

"Ah, but my friend, you seem to have a lot to say about us when we're not around. Attitude like that is pretty inappropriate for Herr Sturmbahnfuhrer's bachelor party."

[in_a_nest_of_vipers]

"Why don't you focus on your little party and stop bugging me?" He said.

His face and his clenched fists were saying "Keep bugging me, I dare you."

[genuine_human]

"If only because you insisted."

With an outstretched smile, the soldier of Millennium sends a swift punch straight for the man's face. The punch is fast, certainly nothing that an amateur of combat is capable of.

[in_a_nest_of_vipers]

Well of course, any bar brawl worth it's salt quickly spreads beyond the original combatants, and in short the beer hall was chaos, up to the bit when a powerful voice cut through the shouting, "WHAT THE DEVIL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?"

It was a voice that was used to command that any soldier would respond to, but the men of the 3rd army went above and beyond just responding, stopping what they were doing and snapping to attention.

[genuine_human]

"Now, now..."

All this time, the Major happened to be leaning back on his seat with a mug of beer in his hand, just watching the show. He raises a hand and gives a wave at his own men, gesturing them to stop. For the most part, the Major enjoyed watching the beer hall fight. Shame that it had to end so quickly. He gives a soft laugh.

"There's no need to shout over a party like that, Fraulein."

[in_a_nest_of_vipers]

Kushana gave The Major a thousand kilowatt stare from the doorway, "What you do at your party is, of course, your own business, but my men know better than to get caught up in barroom brawls."

The stare shifter to the guilty looking soldiers, "Or at least, I had hoped they knew better."

[genuine_human]

"Even so, a class of soldiers disciplined personally by the White Witch of Dagaria is certain to still be far above the average quality, eh?" he asks, shrugging off the stare that Kushana gave him.

[in_a_nest_of_vipers]

"Go on, back to the ship. I'm ashamed of the lot of you."

The heavy knights sheepishly exited the room. She turned her focus back to The Major, her gaze considerably less intense at this point. "I'm sorry my men interrupted your celebration."

[genuine_human]

The Major raises the mug in her direction. "Nonsense. I will accept no apology from you. After all, knowing the louts under my command, they were probably the one who started it," he says, giving his men a glance. He looks back at Kushana.

"You are Kushana Menethil. It is a pleasure to meet you. Won't you share a table with me?"

[in_a_nest_of_vipers]

She hesitated. "I don't have long here but I suppose I can spare a brief minute, if only only to find out where you heard that my nickname. It's not exactly common knowledge in the empire."

[genuine_human]

"Please, I am a man of the military. It is something of a hobby to familiarize myself with all aspects of 'military'. That includes the Dagarian front against the Dorok Principalities. The Dagarian Third Army is nothing short of incredible. Truly a model for tacticians of siege warfare

Allow me to introduce myself. I am die Sturmbahnfuhrer, the Major, of the Amestrian Werwolf Special Forces and the leader of the Millennium organization within the Fuhrer's army."

[unleashthefuhrer]

The fuhrer had made a brief appearance. He was drinking tea but generally enjoying himself.

[genuine_human]

"Ah, mein Fuhrer!"

The Major didn't bother saluting this time. This was a perfectly casual evening and he doubted that Bradley even sought high standards of formality in a beer hall. Smiling and greeting the man with outstretched arms, with a beer mug in one hand, the Major approaches Bradley.

"It is much more than I can ask of you to grace this humble party with your presence."

[unleashthefuhrer]

"I can spare some time to celebrate a joyous occasion such as this," Bradley replied with a grin.

[genuine_human]

"Would Frau Bradley approve of you being here?" he asked, almost jokingly.

[unleashthefuhrer]

Bradley laughed.

"I don't intend to stay long enough for her to find out!"

[genuine_human]

"Quite a shame! But it is for the best. Then, before that, I must have at least just one drink with the Fuhrer, if I may."

The Major sits himself in front of Bradley's table.

[unleashthefuhrer]

One drink it will have to be! It wouldn't do for the guest of honor to pass out before he has a chance to celebrate with everyone.

[genuine_human]

"Waitress!"

The Major raises an arm into the air and snaps his fingers once to get the waitress' attention. An overworked girl rushes over to Bradley's table and looks over at the Major. "Y-yes?"

"The Fuhrer would like a drink. Bring him your finest weissbier and quickly."

The waitress runs back a little faster than before, certainly energized that the customer happened to be the leader of Amestris.

[singinghuntress]

Rip had the privilage of being one of the only women at the party. Because of this, she was singing at the top of her lungs between drinking and flirting with her fellow soldiers.

Well,the ones brave enough to flirt with a Huntress with her reputation anyway~.