Who: Balthier (as Thierry Joso) & open. What: Shooting the breeze, getting people sloshy. Where: Curiel, Balamb Town. When: Monday, Dec 1st. Warnings: TBD. Language probably. Status: Incomplete. Note: Balthier is on the clock from 4PM to 2AM. Just be sure to make note of the time somewhere in your reply.
Shifting up his arm garters for the umpteenth time, Balthier frowned at the mostly empty bar. It was hardly a job to shake a stick at, but it could get boring. At times. At most times. He took to polishing a glass that was already clean enough to serve and waited for the next order to be announced. Perhaps something with expensive foreign herbs he only got to smell once in a fortnight as he muddled them. Perhaps something that called for the white of a chocobo's egg. Balthier's foot tapped against the bar again and again before finally he couldn't take it any more. He went out on a limb.
"Name a drink!" he announced. He lowered his voice to an almost conspiratorial murmur after that, "Name a few ingredients, give it a title, and I shall immortalize it here." In this yuppy shithole, he thought. "I challenge you. The ingredients really don't matter. The name shall carry the weight."