Between an archer and a noncy but somehow faintly intimidating slip of a man, the bartender had his work cut out for him. He looked over at them frequently as he prepared their drinks, but Kuja paid him absolutely no mind.
"So," he started, leaning against the bar and kicking his feet up on his stool, "you said you've come here before?" He propped his chin up on his hands only to straighten right back up again a few seconds later as their drinks were placed in front of them. He sniffed his, then shrugged and had a sip.
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Date: 2010-03-13 05:47 pm (UTC)"So," he started, leaning against the bar and kicking his feet up on his stool, "you said you've come here before?" He propped his chin up on his hands only to straighten right back up again a few seconds later as their drinks were placed in front of them. He sniffed his, then shrugged and had a sip.
"Brilliant!" he decided, and had another.