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Saph guffawed as the girl in front of him disappeared, apparently finding the floor her best comfort after a lost fight with gravity. He shook his head as he grabbed his beer, and drained it, pausing as he felt something in his mouth afterward... The hell? He spit out that he assumed was a cigarette butt or something, but it turned out to be... A pill?

"The @%#^ is this?" he eyed the slightly dissolved pill for a moment, and then looked the closest bartender... He'd been around long enough to recognize a rufie. Did... the bartender try to rufie him? "Megan... get up... Something's up here." He was pretty lucky the whole thing hadn't dissolved... hell, it looked like it had only been in there for a bit... Maybe it took longer for them to melt than it did in the movies?

Ohcrap. He wondered how rufied he was... He was beginning to feel dizzy already! It was like he was... oh right, he was drunk. Well, maybe he was both drunk and rufied?

He noticed after a moment that his eyes had been locked onto another set... A nervous set... A guilty looking set.

"You..."

"... er... me?"

"Yeah... you... You and I gotta have a little chat."

Saphirus said nothing as all of this played out before him... He was too shocked... Who the hell was this girl? No, that didn't matter. What mattered is who she apparently thought she was... And apparently she thought she was someone who could walk in on his perfectly amazing date and talk a load of bulls@#^ about how the woman he loved was a freak, and he was better off with her.

His look of surprise slowly turned into one of anger. He... he wanted to punch her... How could he talk about Andrea like that? How could she try and take his hand afterward? One hit and she'd drop like a sack of bricks... he knew that... but no, he couldn't hit a girl, even if she was a raging B#^^&. Instead, without a thought behind it, he picked up his plate, still full of food, and turned it upside down over her head. A gasp of shock was turned into a gurgle when he, once again, with blank mind, grabbed his drink, and splashed it in her face... He did the same with Andrea's drink...

It was then he noticed there was a fourth person approaching... Oh jees... It was the cook. He'd seen, and come to investigate... Now, there were goin to get kicked out for the mess on the floor... Damnit, what a mess...

"He beat me to it, huh? Ma'am... you're very messy. Please leave my restaurant at once." The cook waved a tentacled appendage at the woman, and two servers came to escort her out. "I'm terribly sorry you two... I heard everything... Some people just don't understand the concept of a happy couple... This meal's on my, alright? By the way... I own this place... Name's Harvey." He gave a wide smile, and then turned to get back to his duties.

"... Thanks... Er... Oh god, Andrea, are you alright?" He stepped forward to pull her into an embrace. "Don't listen to anything that woman said... She's just a complete bi... bad person. A stupid, and bad person."

It would take a while for things to calm down. He had to go through and get another plate, the waiters brought them more water, and they enjoyed a pretty darn good meal... On the house, too! "You know... I think we should come back here some time... Actually pay, you know? Wachu think?"

"We watch them while they cook. See that bowl over there?" He handed her a dollar. "Give em a tip!" He paused as he looked at the man who was taking their bowls... Only one cook? Well... He did have eight arms, so perhaps that helped. A gruff looking octopus man gave them a wave as he poured out the bowls onto the grill, careful to use several rather large metal spatulas to divide up the meals, and putting Andrea's in a big pile in the middle.

"You know, most people who order this much are ten feet tall and just about as wide!" The cook chuckled as he tossed the food about, tossing the sauce on top.

Saph's food was ready first, but he stuck around while hers cooked, watching her reaction to the place... It was pretty fantastic... He remembered the first time he'd come to a place like this, way back when.

It wasn't long before they were back at their seats, and he was trying to teach her how to use chop sticks. "No no no... You hold the first one in your hand like this... see? Okay, and then you take the other one, and you hold it like... this, see? Alright, and you- wait... okay, let's try this again." He laughed as she messed up again, and then turned as someone approached the table "Hey, waitress, can you get her a pair of trainer chopsticks?"

Little did he know, it wasn't a waitress at all...

Not. Even. Close.

Yup... Soooooper drunk. Still, he was feeling great! Like... he could punch Godzilla in the face, and the lizard would cry and run home like Forrest Gump. Heh... RUN ZILLA RUUUUN. "Heh... heh heh..." URP! Nope... no puking... Megan said no puking. He stood tall for a moment, and sipped his drink... water... dang.

He looked up at a few men standing around a punching machine, and chuckled as he saw the scrawny spider mutant give it a try. He stood as the woman brought them over... What was goin on? Were they gonna fight? Man, he hoped they wanted to fight. He could punch their faces and be all big man and stuff... Where was he? He looked to Megan, who explained what was going on to him... once... twice... three times before he understood.

And then he understood... Hah! This was the best idea ever! They stepped out of sight of the bartender and bouncers, and got right to it. "Heh... Yeah... knock me out... c'mon, tough guy... y'got this." The first man shook his head, looking to his friends... was he really around to punch this drunk guy in the face? It almost seemed too easy.

They egged him on, and he threw a wicked right hook, catching Saph in the right side. The drunk X-man put on a good enough show of falling over, and bouncing up laughing while holding his face. "Awww... man... that all you got? Heh heh! Next!" The first man grumbled and forked out his cash, cursing up a storm. He was sure he'd thrown hard enough!

It was time for Round number two... this guy was bigger... Same result! The third man stood there for a moment... and then figured the other two might have softened him up. He punched as well; it made no difference. Saph got up and chuckled, stumbling about drunkly.

"Heh... yeah... This sounds sad, but I usually get drunk alone." Yup, it really did sound sad. Even sadder saying it out loud. Then again, he didn't usually get this drunk. Wait... what was he talking about? He was hardly even drunk! He was super man! What, he'd only had like... how many drinks had he had now?

To tell the truth, he didn't remember much of what happened around this time of the night. He would never remember belting out Journey at the top of his lungs, nearly falling over, and singing more. He would remember the chili cheese fries, mainly because they wouldn't stay in his stomach very long. Damn where they good going down, though... He would vaguely remember Megan helping him out of this bar, and to the next one... Also, buying mints and taking a minute to relearn how to stand straight before entering the next bar... that he would remember.

One moment that he wouldn't remember at all had to do with a punching machine; I give you Saph and Megan's totally drunk adventure, part 1. Enjoy!

Quicksand, Boars, Monkeys, and now freaking TREES were attacking them! Saph was busy dealing with half of the island's animal population as the trees starting smacking into the ground in a desperate attempt to smash the good detective; he knew of their actions because he could feel it.

I believe I owe you an apology The thought popped into his head, and he didn't formulate a clear response... He really wasn't the type to rub people's face in their mistakes. He just audibly grunted in response, and kicked a baboon in the jaw... Woah... He never thought he'd ever perform that sort of action on that particular species of jungle creature. This whole experience was just... odd. As he thought that, he felt a tree hit Jorge... and he felt the man's form almost disappear in response.

Crap...

Before he could even begin reasoning that the man was a water mutant, and had a water form, a chipmunk dove at his face, and latched onto his eyebrow. He growled, cursing himself for dropping his guard, and ripped the creature off before it could do any more damage. The stinging sensation, drew a less than silent curse from him as he threw the rodent at a charging boar.

He heard Koga speak up, announcing a wealth of knowledge... The volcano was not meant to be active, the monsters were not supposed to be attacking them, and the quicksand wasn't super abnormal. Good to hear... More importantly, he brought up possible animal manipulators... "Yeah... This has to be a mutant's doing... or several? Perhaps the Island's inhabitants are involved..." He couldn't see one mutant doing all of this... He'd fought against many mutants in his time on the streets, and none of them were strong enough to pull something like this off... Still, he'd been proven wrong in the past. Then again, he wasn't sure if Slate could carry out the chameleon mutant's request... He'd come to the conclusion that the young man, like many other mutants of his type, had to perform some sort of action to link his mind to another... He knew a girl who had to punch the person she was linking with in the face... that, or she really just wanted to punch him. Still, she wasn't able to talk to as many people as Slate seemed to be able to...

A palm tree smacking down just out of range of him made him recall the detectives fate...

Have we lost him? He asked, looking down the beach at something that had caught his eye... Was that?- Before he could complete the thought to himself, he felt a rush of motion from the ocean, and before he knew it they were encased in a swirling dome of water... Impressive, detective... Damn impressive.

"Alright. We sure as hell don't have much time... I think I saw a boat down shore a little bit... If we make it there, maybe we can ride it inland? Wasn't there a small stream on the map? I figure most villages sit not too far from water sources, right? Maybe that's our best bet... If we try to get through the trees... Well... You and I ain't gonna be nearly as lucky as the good detective, here." He motioned to the dome around them... Another note to self; twenty feet wasn't nearly enough... Maybe he would have to meet with the detective from the other side of a football field from now on.

A sweaty hand reached up to wipe blood from his eye... Great, the last thing he needed was a blood obstructing his vision while trying to fend off... what ever was going on here.

He got a bad feeling in his gut as he walked into his home; it was the sort of feeling one shouldn't feel when they walked into the place they lived... But for all he knew he was inviting in the demon that would burn this place down.

For once, he felt like he could empathize with Silver Streak, the man who say at the security desk almost three years ago and watched as he fell into trap after trap. He reminded himself the he must have seemed a lot like the big four armed man to the head of security; a strange, disheveled stranger sneaking in under the cover of night. In the end, though, he felt more like he should empathize with the large mutant behind him. He'd been in his shoes, if a little less bold... Any maybe a little more tactful.

"So what is it you want to do with me? You calling the cops?"

"If i were following my better judgment..." He muttered under his breath as Andrea answered, walking toward the kitchen... He was sure to keep his sixth sense trained on the big man, whose movements were easy to pick up; his bulk and inherent strength made most of his movements observable by his ability. That would include him snatching up the expensive silver candle sticks and china as they walked past the spaced out stands in the hallway toward the kitchen; an action he had certainly thought of performing when he had first entered this place.

Heh... it was odd... It was like he'd stepped into the past, though he was in a different man's skin... The would-be theif was a three year young Saphirus, Andrea was the sweet, welcoming woman, Jewel, and He... He was the angry security man... Streak.

He decided then and there he would try to be nice, and more observant than Streak was. "Look... You didn't know what this place was, but it's made for people like us... I was in your shoes once... I know it's hard. You don't need to steal from a place that will gladly give you everything you need and more, though... I warn you, though... This is not an opportunity you want to squander... It's the difference between changing your life for the better, and living on the streets for the rest of your life. Y'got it?" He looked back to the large man, and followed Andrea into the kitchen.

"Babe... do you think you could get one of Mammoth's shirts from the wash? We could prolly cut some extra holes in it..." He eyed the big guy for a moment, and nodded... He should fit in the big, hairy 12 year old's shirt just fine. Heck, he might even be swimming in it a little. "That should hold you over for now... Until then, have a seat... I have some questions I want to ask you... I'm sure you have some too..."