[Laying low for however-long has been incredibly detrimental. If there's no one around to mock or threaten to kill, how can Kefka feel fulfilled? So for tonight he'll be out and about, eventually wandering into the bar where he figures no one but the scum would show up at.
Target number one: spiky red head who looks like he's had a bit much. Here we go.]
Well, well, well! What do we have here? [Waltzing on over all villainous like.] Looks like there is a place for the rejects of the asylum to gather after all.. what are you called? Other than anything that has to do with that atrocious hair of yours. Are you using gravity to hold that up? [Yes, he means the spell.]