Kuja stared regretfully at his own drink, but didn't push it away. "That might be a good idea," he allowed. "I, on the other hand, am starving. Are you able to get back on your own? I may stay for a bite to eat and follow along shortly."

Or, more probably, he'd have another drink, lose track of time, wake up gods only knew how many hours later at his apartment, and end up having to bum someone's phone off of them to call in a last-minute bid instead.

If the system worked...