The bartender didn't look entirely convinced. There were a great many pubs on Gaia where one could show up armed to the teeth and nobody would bat an eye, but this one, catering largely to people who owned weapons only as display pieces, was not one of them. "Are you an adventurer?" he asked cautiously. He seemed to not know how to deal with this possibility.
Kuja didn't particularly care. He sat himself beside Maria and arched an eyebrow at the man.
"Never mind that. The lady will have a strawberry daiquiri, and I'll have..." A passing tray of drinks caught his eye and he trailed off to look at them. They were huge, brightly-colored, and embellished with slices of fruit and little plastic swords. "Do those come in blue?"
"Ah, err, yes. It's called a Blue Kilika. It's got rum, pineapple juice and--"
Kuja silenced him with a careless wave of his hand. "I never said I cared what was in it," he sniffed.
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Date: 2010-03-13 05:52 am (UTC)Kuja didn't particularly care. He sat himself beside Maria and arched an eyebrow at the man.
"Never mind that. The lady will have a strawberry daiquiri, and I'll have..." A passing tray of drinks caught his eye and he trailed off to look at them. They were huge, brightly-colored, and embellished with slices of fruit and little plastic swords. "Do those come in blue?"
"Ah, err, yes. It's called a Blue Kilika. It's got rum, pineapple juice and--"
Kuja silenced him with a careless wave of his hand. "I never said I cared what was in it," he sniffed.