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[Shanks sends back a smiling red-haired face as acknowledgement, then gets to his feet on the third attempt, waves off any attempt at help, and ambles over that way. His feet slosh through the sand. At least he still has two legs. This'd be harder without.

(He pretends not to notice the handful of his friends and crew following him at a safe distance.)

He reaches the giant tent eventually, and yes, it's not exactly the best attempt at camoflage he's ever seen. A lot like Buggy, which makes a certain amount of drunkenly addled sense. Buggy stands out because he damn well wants to, and he makes other people accept him or not on his terms.

Shanks isn't sure whose terms he's here on, but he'd like to be on Buggy before the end of the night.

He finds Buggy's guard at the opening to the tent, and holds up a bottle with an enquiring smile.] May I?

general kenobi!

[youshidiots]

[judging by the drain of color from his face, the guard was clearly not informed that red-haired shanks might be on his way to their camp. to his credit, he tries to stand his ground, although if shanks so much as frowns at him he might very well perish on the spot.

"N-n-no autographs--"

But then the heavy flap of the tent rises, revealing a white gloved hand that makes a dismissive gesture at both of them, followed by buggy's faintly muffled voice from inside.]

It's fine, let him through.

[relief floods across the guard's face, and he quickly steps aside, holding the flap for shanks.

inside the tent, buggy is sprawled sideways in his high-backed chair, legs crossed over the arm to convey blasé disinterest in his late night visitor, despite the fact that he effectively invited shanks himself. he's munching on a cinnamon sugar donut, pulling it apart delicately and popping each piece into his mouth like popcorn. the heavy fabric falls back into place, cordoning them off from the world.]

Well, well! Looks like you made it after all!

[he tilts his head at shanks, giving him a grin that looks more like a sneer]

I'd say I'm impressed, but let's be real here, the bar is on the floor.