A Yonkou's Crew [Open]

A crash, a thud, a bang, and a yell, as a man went flying through the door of the bar, slamming into the counter. Following him in was a somewhat tall man wearing a leather hat and a silver coat, cracking his gloved knuckles before addressing the barkeep. "Oi, barkeep. Strongest liquor you got, and triple your biggest size. Fuck, just attach a handle to a barrel and we're golden." He continued moving towards the first man, kneeling down and glaring him in the face. "Hey fuckwad, if I EVER catch you speaking that way to a gal again, I'll lop off both your hands, and your left foot. We clear?" The man nodded, and Jack grabbed his collar, standing and pulling the man up. With a slight turn and a flick of his arm, the man was sent flying again, this time out through a window. Slamming his left hand on the counter as he turned around, he yelled out "And that goes for the rest of you sorry bastards too. If there's one thing I won't tolerate, it's arrogant fucktards who think it's all fine and dandy to talk down to women! And you, barkeep! Where the hell is my drink?!" In a panic, the barkeep brought out a barrel full of absinthe, an extremely strong alcohol, this particular batch having a nearly 80% alcohol content. But Jack wasn't impressed. He took a large chug, before claiming a table and sitting the barrel on the table and addressing the bar, not even turning around this time. "Anyone dumb enough to want to fight me, bring it on. Otherwise, shut the fuck up. Catch me?"

With a loud gulp, the large barrel of the incredibly strong absinthe had become completely empty, and was set on the table with a thud. Immediately following, in one rough motion, Jack stood up and reached his foot to sling the chair he was previously sitting on at the drunk, while walking slowly behind it with an irritated look on his face. "Oi oi oi oi oi. Looks like somebody wasn't quite listening to me before. Very well. It lets me get a bit of a workout in." He chuckled, cracking his knuckles on his right hand, and cracking his neck. However, as he walked, a few other idiots decided to grow some, and stood up to try and gang rush Jack. Jack chuckled again, and in yet another simple motion, ended up behind them. And in front of them. And beside them. In fact, he was all around them. About twenty of him. It was his Miraggio Fiore, mirages created by fluctuating the heat. "Drop your weapons and sit your dumb asses down, before I cap you twenty times over." In a flash, he had a silver revolver sitting neatly in each of his left hands, nineteen pointed at the group who tried to charge him, and one at the drunken idiot who had ignored his original warning. He'd give a few seconds to see if the chair hit, and to see if the idiot would back off.

Jack chuckled. It seemed the woman had far, far more to her than she appeared to. In a split second, much faster than should be visible, but just barely visible to Jack due to his mechanical eye, she had gotten up and crushed the chair. Not with a weapon, nor her hands or feet, but with a tail. A thin, flexible, seemingly prehensile tail. Of course, seeing a woman with a tail moving at such speeds intrigued him to no end. With his own remarkable speed, he moved into each of his mirages in sequence, striking down each target with a strong kick, and in three blinks, stood mere feet from the woman. "Yaaahahahaha, not bad at all, Bambina. I don't think I've ever seen someone movin' quite that fast. Like a beautiful blur." He complimented, flirting a bit as always.

There was a definite interest in her abilities, and the woman might prove useful in securing transport, company, and a good cover. He always needed a good cover. "So, Bambina, what's your name? Mine's Jack, Jack Night." He introduced himself, paying no mind to the other patrons, though he'd be able to near-instantly tell if one tried anything. A chuckle escaped his soft lips, his red eye glowing a bit. A plot was forming in his head, and he'd test just how far he could pull this lady along with him.

Jack grinned, wisps of heat flickering about him before quickly dissipating, invisible to the naked eye. His eyes focused on her, his red eye glowing with a faint, wicked-looking light. "Heh, so this's your turf, eh? Good to know. I came lookin' for a little fun, a little drink, and some info. So far, I've only found the first two. Doesn't seem like I'm gonna get the third here, so I'm probly gonna bounce. Unless you've got some interest in me, Bambina. But I'll warn ya, I don't come cheap." He said, a smirk gracing his lips. He knew she had to be something to stake a claim on such a famous town as Loguetown, so he decided it best to test her before deciding if he'd ally with her. Suddenly, an idea popped in his head.

"Alright then, how about we have a little contest. See who can hold their liquor better. Winner decides the stakes. Sound good to you, Bambina?" He placed his hand on the counter, leaning a bit, and applying a little force to make the wood buckle a bit under his grip. It was a very minor display, but one that showed power, and if she noticed it, would probably catch her eye and her attention. Who knows, he figured she might be able to give him more entertainment than the last person he'd tried to join up with. "We have a deal?"

Jack chuckled loudly enough to be heard. "Sounds like a plan to me, Bambina. Pick your poison, I'll drink anything. Even Satan himself couldn't drink me under the table." He boasted, laughing heartily. In truth, he wasn't really bluffing, since his Devil Fruit burned such an insane amount of sugar, he was physically unable to get drunk. Or so he'd thought. He knew nothing of his weakness to mint, so he had no idea that there was any drink that would affect him. So he heartily boasted, ready to chug down about anything. "You make the arrangements, I'll set up our stage." He said as he walked away, towards a large, round table with a full group.

In a flash, Jack's leg slammed onto the table, held back just enough not to break the table into a million pieces, and his voice boomed out. "Aye, get lost, or get tossed. Those're yer option, savvy?" As he spoke, the group was visibly startled and shaken, and high-tailed it out at the first chance. Jack chuckled, amused by how easily simple intimidation could scare off a group like that, especially ones in a town that dealt with pirates on a daily basis. "Buncha cowards. Can't say I blame 'em, though. It was the smarter course." He sighed, sitting in one of the newly-available seats. "Well, come on 'en. Ain't got all day."

Jack chuckled, feet kicked up on the table. He simply watched as the drinks were brought over, and as Hakkyou slowly drank hers. "Oi oi, ain't no way to drink when you're in a drinkin' contest, Bambina. Takin' your time's all well and good, but a drinkin' contest shouldn't be done at a brisk pace." He scoffed, raising his left hand to about chest level.

From his fingers emerged a large umber of wires, which wrapped around the cup and brought it to his mouth, chugging the entire glass, including the ice, which was melted from a slight heating of his mouth. As soon as he swallowed, however, he came across a problem. A feeling he'd never felt before. His body felt cold and warm all at once, which should be impossible with his Devil Fruit, and he felt dizzy as his vision blurred. "E-eh? *Hic* Dafack? Wha' was innat?" He asked, his words slurring as he had difficulty keeping his balance even sitting still.

Jack attempted a scoff, but only came across sounding like he'd just choked on something. "Surrender ain't in my voca....voca...I don' know wha' it means. Ain' no one drinks a Night under the table. Nuh-uh." He laughed, chugging down another mojito, and only contributing to his problem. He wobbled even more, barely supporting himself in his seat, as he was completely intoxicated. There was no doubt that he'd lose this contest, but he'd never admit it in a thousand years. "Ya sure ther' ain' sumfin' else innis? Sumfin' nasty? Sumfin' druggy?" He said, slurring his words through his accusing tone.