St Patricks Day Event

I didn’t get it, everyone was wearing green. But why? I mean, we were meant to be as dark as possible; wearing bright green cloaks and trousers… isn’t dark.

I sighed and sat down on one of the walls broken by Sora on his last visit here. I pulled out a can of Relentless and began to drink the sugary, fizzy, heart-murdering substance (the bonus of not having a heart, I suppose). That was another thing; all the older members of the organization were getting absolutely wasted on the bitter, horrible drink called beer.  Pointless. But why?

I had lost myself in my thoughts when a familiar blue haired person portaled beside me, a huge grin on his face and a bottle of deer held in his hand.

I looked up at him, he had green gloves and boots on, now this was getting ridiculous. I could tell by his slightly glazed look that the beer he held wasn’t his first.

“What do you want Xamyuu?” I asked him, not in the mood to be pestered, someone had pinched me really hard with a nutcracker for some reason, it hurt, which put me in a bad mood, if I was ever in a good mood.

He didn’t reply, just sat next to me and began draining the dregs of his beer.

When he had finished his drink, he placed his empty beer bottle next to my Relentless can and grinned foolishly.

“Guess what day it is…” he sang.

“… Monday?” I replied, not getting what he meant.

“St Patrick’s Day” he giggled, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Oh... so that’s why everyone has beer? Almost as stupid as Valentines Day, I can’t believe so many people were actually stupid enough to go through that door…” I sighed back at him, eyeing the hand suspiciously.

“Y’know…” he began “Today isn’t just about St Patrick and beer, it’s a tradition to wear green today…”

“Oh, now I see…”

“Yeah, and do you know what happens to people who don’t wear green?” he asked, grinning again, looking at me, drumming his fingers on my shoulder.

I didn’t, but I was getting to suspicious to reply. I stood up and made to leave, when Xamyuu grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

“They get pinched!” he muttered, his grin turning slightly… evil as his fingers tightened around my arm.

“Ow! Get off! Stop it!” I yelled as Xamyuu began pinching me relentlessly. Then I had an idea, green? God he was stupid.
“For crying out loud what colour is my hair?!” I demanded.

Xamyuu stopped pinching and looked at my hair, it wasn’t bright green, but it was green nonetheless.

“Oops… ehe… er… sorry?” Xamyuu stammered, scratching the back of his head “Didn’t see that… and… ouch! What the hell do you think you’re doing?! Tecx!”

I wasn’t listening to him, though, I was too busy engraving the word ‘idiot’ into his arm with one of my feather darts.