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[gunandsmile]

Who: Saïx (kveld_ulf) & Balthier (gunandsmile)
Were: some pub?
When: evening?
Rating: PG13 to be safe
Warnings: alcohol? mild swearing?

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[kveld_ulf]

Saïx had found the day to be thankfully uneventful, as Marluxia hadn’t called him in for more ridiculous tasks that needed seeing to. The last time he had been summoned, the little elitist had charged him with the duty of ridding the spring snails from his garden. Faringdon took it upon himself to accomplish his duties very well, though there had been some... casualties. Namely, a few crocuses and tulips had managed to find their way under his boot heel... very tragic, indeed. The blue-haired berserker quite nearly smiled to himself with smug satisfaction at the memory

[gunandsmile]

Looking up from where he had been idly tracing shapes into the table top, Balthier smiled, charmingly, at the other man.

"Of course not. Please, feel free."

'As long as you're not an entirely intolerable drunk.' the pirate wanted to add, but held his tongue. Regardless of who the person was, it was best not to upset anyone. Getting on everyone's good side and showing them who they wanted to see so you were always in their favor, was a survival tactic.

"I just ordered my drink a moment ago, so the waitress should be-Ah, there she is now."

The waitress came back, and deposited Balthier's drink on the surface in front of him. He thanked her, and indicated that his new company would be ordering something as well.

"The name's Balthier. First time here, so let's see how the drink tastes, hm?"

[kveld_ulf]

“Much obliged.” Saïx answered, pulling the chair aside before occupying it. His attention shifted to the waitress and he waited until she had finished her duties, before ordering. Oh, what the hell. He was feeling adventurous. He ordered a Gimlet (gin and lime), then arched a sculpted brow at the rather smooth-talking gentleman across the table. He carried himself well, but clearly his clothing couldn’t reflect the blood of an aristocrat. Trying to pinpoint the man’s background was proving to be rather perplexing.

“Saïx.” he stated neutrally, folding his hands casually on the table. “I much rather inquire as to why a worldly man such a yourself chooses to wear such garish accouterments...” he said with a smirk, motioning a hand to the brightly colored rings and bracelets adorning Balthier’s hand.

[gunandsmile]

The question had caught Balthier a bit unprepared and he sort of just sat, looking, at Saïx for a moment before chuckling quietly. He took a small drink of his beer to wet his throat a little more before replying.

"I almost forget I'm wearing them, to be perfectly honest. They've just been there for so long. Wore them one time, when I was younger, and never took them off."

It was the most basic an explanation as Balthier was likely to get on the subject, as revealing too much about oneself was never a good thing, especially to strangers. But at least these stranger seemed interesting. If nothing else.

"Something about yourself now, if you're inclined. Saïx's a bit of an unusual name, or so the rest of the city leads me to believe."

[[ooc; soz for the delay. Muse kind of went "lol, brb" on me for a while there.]]

[kveld_ulf]

[[Np, I also apologize. I've been distracted alot lately. Bloody personal work.]]

Saïx wasn’t exactly satisfied by the other man’s answer. They really were quite horrible looking and terribly mismatched with the rest of Balthier’s outfit. Or it could have fit right in, the man’s style could be described as flamboyant. Perhaps they were some sort of codeword, like distinctly colored capes or whatnot. There were alot of guilds within the city, it wasn’t unheard of.

“Not anymore unusual than many other citizen’s names. Or do you find mine to be exotic?” he replied, his expression one of mild amusement. Faringdon supposed there wasn’t too much harm in dropping his normally suspicious and oftentimes overly cautious defenses. He had come here to relax, after all, what better way than to rub elbows with some of the local wildlife?

“Well, it wasn’t my birthname, so I suppose you’ve got a point. It’s more of a nom de guerre.” he admitted, averting his eyes to scan the crowd for a brief moment.