New Drinking Spot

New Drinking Spot
Date of Scene:	17 December 2012
Location:	Goug - Seventh Heaven
Synopsis:	Jecht stumbles upon the Seventh Heaven, has a few drinks, and finds a new path as the Best-in-Everything.
Cast of Characters:	Tifa Lockhart, Aerith, Jecht

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Tifa Lockhart has posed:
The renovations of the building has been going on strong, the bar is still a bit in disarray but functionnal for now, the counter shoved to the side a bit, but still access to her drinks and tables, at the very least. The barmaid has been packing up boxes with the rest. Just to make sure nothing is in the way of the workers at least. She's kept busy after manhattan, its better to keep mind off things.

Jecht has posed:
JECHT: THE STORY OF JECHT:
DAY ???: VISITING EVERY BAR

It's been...it's been a great day for Jecht. The last two days have been great days; the last couple days have been great days! He's fallen out of the most horrible creature possible to imagine, ceased being responsible for death and destruction on a level that would make some Shadow Lords jealous, met some cute girls, and gotten very, very, very hammered. Very hammered.

% It's a mourning period, really. See, Jecht just found out that his beloved wife Adelaide died while he was trapped in that SPACE WHALE NIGHTMARE; on the inside, Jecht is quite miserable, and if he were a more sensitive man, he would be probably talk to somebody about it.

'Jecht' and 'sensitive' do not go together in the same sentence, except with the words 'is not' stuffed between them.

So instead, Jecht's mourning is a memorial of the happy times with his wife, a meet-and-greet of various people of this new world he's found himself in, and an exploration of all the most famous, best, or just well-recommended bars in the world. There's no real better way for Jecht to deal with his emotions; he drinks and he drinks and he drinks and then they go away, and he feels better.

And really, if Braska had something to say about it, Braska could go be Space Whale Of Ultimate Destruction for a while. Cutting a shoopuff and making Braska pay was a tiny drop in the bucket compared to having the blood of millions upon millions of untold innocents on his hands.

Jecht steps through the doors of Seventh Heaven; Goug is unlike any place he's seen since Zanarkand, and he's never felt so at home, surrounded by machina and electronics and the hustle and bustle of people-life. It's not clean, it's not sharp, but it's mechanical; the smell of gas, the smell of oil, the smell of cars and lightning jumping through wires. And that's enough to set him at home.

He already liked this place more than Costa Del Sol. Too open. Too beach-y. Too...ocean.

Jecht makes his way up to the bar, surveying the are. Not a lot of people in here, either; the older man makes his way over to the bar, sitting down on one of the stools and adjusting to make himself comfortable. The jukebox's music was, again, a soothing reminder of Zanarkand; it sounded much like music he knew well, and that was always a bonus.

"You guys don't happen to have Blitzball around here, d'ya?" He asks no one in particular, a grin spreading across his face. He could really get to like it in Goug.

Assuming Sin didn't wake up and force him to wipe it he hell out.

Aerith has posed:
And lo and behold, just a few seconds after the man walks in...

The doors opened and a familiar brown-haired, green-eyed, five-foot-three woman stepped in. Gone however was the five foot long metal rod she was usually seen with. If Tifa paid any attention, she would also see that the silver bangles on her wrists were packed full of her materia.

Most noticeable however was that the woman had a new toy propped over her right shoulder, a six foot long staff made of a pale white wood, an inch and a quarter in diameter. It wasn't any ordinary wood the tool was crafted from, either... but there was plenty of time to speak on that later. For the moment, she waved toward Tifa with the brightest grin she'd ever worn. "I'm back~!"

Tifa Lockhart has posed:
Tifa Lockhart waves to the two that enter, smiling. First Jecht of course. Tall, muscled man, hard to miss after all. She tilts her head at the question, hmming "Blitzball? I'm afraid I never heard anything the like. Is that, a ball with electricity or something?" SHe wouldn't know any better offhandly of course.

And then Aerith, smiling "My, welcome back stranger. I take it your training went well?"

Jecht has posed:
Tall, dark hair, pretty eyes, curvy; tall, dark hair, pretty eyes, well-dressed. Yeah, Jecht's sense had never dulled (except for those thirty-six hours he'd been blackout drunk); this was a good, wholesome place. This was a good place. He could grow to like this place. Yes.

"Never heard of Blitzball, huh? It's pretty great. They fill a sphere with water, 'n players jump in and play ball inside it. Aim for the goals, tackle each other, hit each other with the ball...greatest sport in history." Jecht grins; fond memories. Very fond. How long had it been since he'd played Blitzball? He might be out of practice...then again, he'd never really be out of practice at Blitzball. Maybe he could get the league started up again or something...

Jecht politely nods to the new girl as well. "Training, huh?" Yeah, it's not REALLY his business or anything, but Jecht was just that kind of guy - people trying to improve themselves always got his attention.

Aerith has posed:
Aerith nodded, turning toward the other man in the room. Her eyes softened for a moment, and though he couldn't feel any of it, she read him in the space of a few seconds. She smiled and nodded. "Been out in the woods with a friend of mine." She gestured toward the new staff. "I got this as a present..." She put one end of the weapon onto the polished hardwood floor and looked up at the end just above her head. "...And it's roundabout perfect. Seven inches higher than I am, perfect for what I need to do. Wood's made from a very special tree that I don't think anyone else knows about."

Tifa Lockhart has posed:
Tifa Lockhart hmms at Jecht, crossing her arms, one hand under her chin. She shakes her head "Nope, doesn't ring a bell. Sounds like a sport though, I'm sure its interesting, but I can honestly say I never heard of it." She smiles "Anything to drink meanwhile?" Sure the bar is a bit in disorder, but she can still do the work.

She walks over to Aerith, looking at her staff with a whistle "Looks like you got an upgrade alright, its not a metal rod, but that's not what is important, isn't it?"

Jecht has posed:
Jecht points at Tifa. "You are my new favorite person right now," he replies, his grin widening just a bit. Beautiful women who /bring him alcohol/ ranked up there on the top of his favorite things list! Just under 'his son' and 'blitzball' and 'his wife' and 'NOT BEING SIN'.

Seriously that last one might be kind of repetitive but it /was/ important.

"Something stiff and strong, I intend to spend the night here; if I'm lucky actually here at the bar, an' if I'm unlucky, drunk enough in the alley that I won't care. Win win for me." He winks and stretches, turning around to get a better look at Aeris.

First he looks her over; then he looks over at the staff. He wasn't *much* of a staff person, to be fair, but he'd seen Braska fight with one enough to know what a good staff ought to look like. "Not bad." The older man observes. "Not really my speed, though." Staves aren't exactly a real manly weapon.

Braska had given him *so much hell for that*. He'd learned to stop arguing with a guy who pulled dreams out of pyreflies in the form of giant fire demons over what counted as 'manly' though.

"So are you a summoner?"

Aerith has posed:
Aerith shook her head. "No, it's not." She grinned. "I'll worry about getting an upgrade on this later, in a more... forceful version. For now this does the trick perfectly... because like I said, the wood's special." She looked back at Tifa. "There's a tree in the Targ Woods that's older than anything else. Thing is, this tree is alive... more so than others. It has a voice and a soul. And this staff here is from one of its branches." She'd explain what that meant later, but she'd answer this man's question first. Aerith turned her head toward him and chuckled. "You mean like someone I met a few days ago? No."

Tifa Lockhart has posed:
Tifa Lockhart smirks, and turns around to get the drink ready for Blitzball Star. Its her job to serve the drinks, being eye candy is the bonus thing of course. She reaches into some of the boxes to find some of her bottles, mixing up something that should be strong enough, but not 'kill a horse' strong either. Even if it looks like he could take one on, it doesn't mean she has to kill them either. Beside, if its not too strong he can always dirnk more too.

Health aside, its not good for business either when someone rolls under the table after a single drink.

"I see, you'd be able to pick that kind of thing, I'm not so surprised. We might need your help with someone too. We went into the Temple of Fiends to rescue a prince, but he's been ina magical coma sinec then. Figured maybe you'd be able to sense something to help him."

Jecht has posed:
Someone she met a few days ago? "Was that someone named Yuna?" Jecht immediately asks, temporarily distracted from his story about how awesome Blitzball was. If she knew Yuna, maybe he could get in contact with her, find out if Tidus was okay, maybe...

Jecht pauses. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea. For one, he had no idea how he was still connected to Sin, if at all; Yuna and them might get it into their head that it was best to kill him now, and while he wouldn't exactly disagree with that under normal circumstances - hell he'd be the first to tell them to pull the metaphorical Al Bhedian trigger - he wasn't sure how his death would affect Sin right now. It could wake it up and make things worse; he might just be a dream of the space whale's core, projected into the world, or something.

A dream of a dream of a dream. Jecht takes his alcohol and stares down into it for a long moment.

The world sure was crazy.

Then he shrugs and knocks the drink back, a wild grin spreading across his face. "Whooooo!" He whoops, slamming the glass on the table. "That burns /good/! You got any more of that, gorgeous? Don't make stuff like THAT in Spira!"

Oh yeah. Goug was the place to be. The bit about the temple of fiends and prince is kind of lost to Jecht, though; meaningless words. Oh well!

Aerith has posed:
One of Aerith's brows rose. "We met once... and you sound like you know her." She had to remember that there was no such thing as coincidence. "Tell you what, when I run into her again, I'll tell her you're looking for her. Sound good?" With that, she turned toward Tifa. "So then, what happened for this... prince... to fall into a magical coma? After all, I need to know how it happened so I can determine how to fix it."

Tifa Lockhart has posed:
Tifa Lockhart shakes her head at Aerith "We have no idea, we found himm unconcious, so its hard to tell what's going on. Maybe its another form of darkness invading him." She moves over to serve the drink up, preparing another one "I met that Yuna twice myself. She was accompagnied by some tall guy dressed up in some sort of samurai garb, I believe she was calling him Sir Auron."

Jecht has posed:
So it was Yuna. Jecht is temporarily distracted from his sheer appreciation of the fact that Tifa had /really good booze/, dragged thoroughly out of the world of the rocking party animal trying to drink his sins away and back down into the world where he had sinned like a demon and had Important Stuff to do. He thinks about it for a long, long moment, staring down at his glass silently as Aerith makes the offer.

"No," he says after a moment, shaking his head. He smiles down at the glass. Auron being alive widens his smile just a bit more; yeah, the old stiff probably hadn't keeled over just yet. Jecht was pretty sure Auron just straight up was too stubborn to fall over period. Stupid old Unsent...stupid old men pushing on after death into a world they didn't belong to. Heh.

Wasn't that just irony?

"Nah, I appreciate the offer, ladies, but it's better they not know. It'd just open up old wounds for a lotta people. All I wanna know is if her friend's okay...kid named Tidus." Jecht waves his hand as he takes a sip of the drink; this one he's gonna nurse for a little bit. He needed to get back to a smile before he got himself *real* blackout drunk, like do-something-stupid-and-hurt-himself blackout drunk. It was okay in ZANARKAND, where everyone ever knew his name, but here, the Great Jecht was just a slob like one of them.

Aerith has posed:
Aerith paused for a moment. The confidence ebbed a bit, replaced with a sharp, lingering pain and regret. This man did things he wasn't proud of, and he wanted to make them right. There was no easy way to do it, either. She glanced toward the man for a moment, then back to Tifa. "I'll look into it later. I have other things to do for the time being, but you know my number." With that, she headed over to the man and put her right hand on his left shoulder.

"It'll be all right. You'll find your answer." It was all she said before she started to head to the back room. "Sorry I can't stay long, barmaid. I need to get moving again."

Tifa Lockhart has posed:
Tifa Lockhart nods to Aerith, smiling "Alright, you take care and come back to show me the results of your training too. As you can see, the renovations for the Inn are going well right now." She looks back to Jecht "Tidus huh, I'll try to remember that. I haven't heard of that name though." Even Yuna didn't talk about it... or did she and she hadn't paid attention?

Jecht has posed:
Something about that girl...Jecht watches her leave, a frown on his face. She seemed like that sort - the good-natured kind who'd get all up in his problems and be a sweet kid and get him to *resolve* them with hugs and tears and stuff.

Yevon, Jecht hoped she wouldn't make him solve this with hugs and crap. He stares back at his drink before tipping it backwards; screw nursing it, he needed another one now. He sets it back on the bar, no whoop of enjoyment, instead just shaking his head. Then he nods.

"Yeah, Tidus. Blonde, kind of a crybaby? He's..." Jecht scratches the back of his head. "Kinda my son."

Jecht sure didn't look old enough to have a teenaged son, but then, he hadn't exactly aged for the past ten years; Tidus was stil basically a four-year-old to him. Five? Six? Seven?

...how old *was* his kid, anyway?

Father of the year, he was. He snorts into the empty glass, then shakes his head. "This trip sure changed its tune fast."

Aerith has posed:
Aerith emerged from the back again, weapon in her hands, a denim jacket on her shoulders with a blue and purple shirt underneath, and a pair of jeans tucked into brown boots that ended at calf height. She nodded toward Tifa, waved at the man who'd just knocked back his drink, and made her way toward Traverse Town. Definitely going to be interesting, this next part... but she'd have to find someone, or run into them by chance.

But for some reason, Aerith felt lucky.

Tifa Lockhart has posed:
Tifa Lockhart reaches over to pat Jecht's shoulder a bit, smiling "No use crying over what happened, better to look up to the future, don't you think?" She always tries to be comforting, a bit like the beacon of hope and energy she always has been in Avalanche as well. The spirits are not only in the glasses with her, fortunatly.

"Its better to cheer up and keep the head up. The longer you keep your head down, the more likely you are to simply walk beside the good things, and maybe even the things or people you're looking for."

Jecht has posed:
"Heh," Jecht replies after a moment. "Sounds like something I'd say. What's your name, beautiful? I'm Jecht. Just Jecht. Used to be the Great Jecht, and Sir Jecht, but that was a long time ago."

Jecht puts his arms behind his head and looks up at the ceiling. Heh. Yeah, he had been getting a little uncharacteristically mopey. No point in worrying about those kids right now; they had their own journey to complete, and Auron had his own (un)life to live. Jecht was free as a bird for the moment - he might as well enjoy it.

"So is this place yours?"

Tifa Lockhart has posed:
Tifa Lockhart nods, looking around her a bit "Yup, its renovating right now, we're working it into a bigger place, an inn. With the amount of refugees from Manhattan, it was a good time as any to get it done. None too soon probably." She smiles and offers her hand "Tifa Lockhart, and this is the Seventh Heaven."

Jecht has posed:
Jecht closes his hand around hers in a hardy handshake; he's a strong man, and it shows, the grip of a practiced brawler. A very strong man, actually, given his current state of existence; he hadn't any idea what his upper limit was, but he could probably bench something pretty hefty right now. It's the kind of thing you can't really hide from a practiced fighter like Tifa; she might be a trained martial artist, but he's a self-trained athlete.

"An inn, huh? Refugees? I guess that whole Darkness thing is getting worse." Jecht considers it for a moment. He should probably do something to help them out; a bunch of people needed a better lot in life right now. Jecht frowns for a moment. "You need any help gettin' this place fixed up? I'm pretty good with a hammer and nails."

Lockheart. It's amazing how something could turn his frown to a grin immediately; Braska used to call it a unique state of being between worry and nigh-suicidal eagerness. "'sa great name. Although I bet you've heard 'em all." Jecht picks up his drink and swirls it around a bit. "A lock on my heart, I'd like to get locked in that heart, locked in my heart...man, that *is* easy." He laughs. Find some fun where you could, after all!

"Seriously, though. If you want some help hammering nails and getting this place made better, I'm always happy to help a lady in need."

Tifa Lockhart has posed:
Tifa Lockhart shakes her head "Of course, I heard them all, things about 'its too late to lock my heart, you already stolen it' and what not, but if it amuses them, why not?" She smiles at the offer "I alreayd got the workers, I'll have some rooms ready soon. We needed to resize the building first, then we'll have a proper second floor up and running. It was there before, but it was unusable, more like an attic, I couldn't even use it for storage." She points to the door leading to the backroom "That storeroom was literally my bedroom at the same time. I didn't mind though, as long as I had a bed, don't need much space."

Jecht has posed:
Jecht laughs. "That's a good one, I like the stolen heart one. That's /clever/. Although I think 'I've got the key to your lockheart' is my favorite."

"Ah, yeah?" Oh well. He'd hoped he could help out a little, but if they had it well in hand, better not to get in the way of professionals. He knew how dangerous that could be. "What, really? You slept in the storeroom? That sounds pretty cold. How'd you keep warm, do you have a space heater back there or something?" Do they HAVE Space Heaters in Goug? Would she find it strange that someone who's obviously not a native of Goug or Manhattan knows what a Space Heater is? He hoped she didn't ask, he really did. He didn't want to have to tell her he was really from a dream of a dead civilization or any of the other whacky details of his life. Just talking, with a nice, pretty girl and some good alcohol. That's all he wanted out of tonight.

"Honestly, I can't believe you aren't an inn already, although I guess you didn't have much call for it...this place seems like a pretty big city. Is it as new as I think it is?"

Tifa Lockhart has posed:
Tifa Lockhart hms "I'm not entirely sure. It was called Midgar in my world, but here its called Goug. Its similar, but not quite the same. By similar, I mean mechanical, polluted city. Midgar had an overhead giant plate that people were living on top of, it was cutting down any sun from reaching below, as if it was always night for us in the Slums. This building wasn't big enough for an inn, just enough for a bar. And I don't really have a home to go back to, so I just sleep here." She looks a bit downcrest at that, a bit of a story behind it no doubt.

Jecht has posed:
"I know what that's like," Jecht confirms as she mentions that she's got no home to go back to. He grins at her, taking the opportunity to pour himself a drink rather than ask her; a lady who was downcast should always be helped to smile, and demanding a drink while she was sad would just be freaking /rude/ of him. Like, rude in a way that even Jecht was aware of, not normal rude like Jecht used to be. He'd become a lot more aware of this kind of thing! "Not having a home, I mean. Kinda...washed up on shore in some beach town, Costa somethin'or'other a few days ago, and that's been that. Wife's gone, son's missing, homeland's...missing," sure, that was true enough, Jecht decides. He COULD go back to Dream Zanarkand, but, ha ha, no, not even close to willing to risk it just to see the city again.

"Although Goug's a lot like my home. Bar's a little better, though. Better-lookin' help, too."

"But hey, you know what they say. Homes aren't a place you have; they're a thing you carry with you. Can't really lose those memories, right? Or so a guy I know told me once. Cheered me up, anyway."

Tifa Lockhart has posed:
Tifa Lockhart stands up, arms in her back in a little stretch "Oh, I'm not too worried about my situation, home is where you make it at least, and right now its here." She doe shave other reasons that she rather not talk about, but at least for once she feels that this person couldn't be from Shinra, which she has been careful about. Doesn't even know about the city or anything. He could always be pretending though, but doesn't seem likely in this case.

"I'm sorry for your losses as well." She smiles as she pours the glass for you. She doesn't drink on the job, she doesn't drink much at all in face, which might sound odd since she's a barmaid, but makes sense when you think about it too. "Oh, you can lose memories too, but that's another problem altogether, don't you think?"

Jecht has posed:
"Sure," Jecht agrees; he's momentarily distracted (and no one in the world could blame him), but hey, that's just a momentary thing. Jecht taps the bar thoughtfully as she pours the drink, getting a good look at the label (and pretending like he'd been looking at it all along, like a gentleman) as she does so. He'd have to remember this brand. This was some good, fiery stuff. Some *heated* stuff. "Is this a local brand?" He asks after a moment, momentarily breaking the flow of the conversation.

"Naw, hey, forget about it. Tidus might be a crybaby, but he'll be fine. He's the son of the Great Jecht, after all; even if he's one-tenth the man I am, that's still a pretty great guy to be." Jecht taps himself on the chest with his thumb, nodding. "He'll be fine. As for my wife and stuff...life carries on, you know? Can't cry forever or you'll just drown. It ain't exactly recent, either, I just didn't find out till recently. Couldn't go home for a while even if I wanted to...no point in regretting it now."

"Besides, the best way to mourn somebody you love is to get real, real drunk and have some fun. Loved ones don't want us carryin' on all mopey and crap! Gotta celebrate 'em! 'sonly right."

Tifa Lockhart has posed:
Tifa Lockhart smirks, nodding "I agree with that. The dead certainly don't want us sad. Sure, they rather we don't celebrate that they are gone either, but no need to kill ourselves to follow them either. They rather we live happy, but keep remembering them. At least its what I think. Its what I would want."

She lifts an eyebrow though, Jecht sure seems full of himself when it comes to it. "So what makes you so great that your son would follow in your footsteps?

Jecht has posed:
"Back where I'm from, I was the greatest Blitzball player ever. I don't mean that, like, just to say it - they had a cup named after me." A /memorial/ cup, yes, but he'd found out that (much like everything else) when he'd gone through Dream Zanarkand on his way out of Sin. It was pretty awesome, he reflected, to have a cup named after himself. "It's...I dunno if you follow sports, but that's huge. Beyond hall-of-fame huge, although I had a buncha those, too - nominations, I mean. I got put in the hall of fame for a bunch of things that honestly just ain't that important anymore."

"Then I came to Spira, an' I joined up with these two goons, and we got real famous there, too. People still know me and my buddies; still talk about us to this day like we're something to live up to." Jecht clearly isn't sure he believes that, either; there's a smile on his face, but it's a wistful sort of smile, a smile of remembering rather than a smile of HELL YEAH I AM AWESOME. In fact, he's got a sort of maudlin tone to the whole thing. "We helped save the world...I still don't know if it was enough, but hey. Gotta count for something."

"The point is, beautiful...I'm pretty great. Even if only a little bit of that rubs off on my kid, he's gonna be fine. Gonna take more than some lame darkness to stop him and his friends." He grins up at Tifa, then holds up his glass and makes an imaginary toast (because she doesn't drink - although barkeepers not drinking is nothing new to Jecht, he'd rarely found keepers who drink on the job). "That's just a fact of life."

Tifa Lockhart has posed:
Tifa Lockhart leans on the tabletop on her elbows a bit, nodding "I see. Well, guess I'm lucky to be sitting beside a legend of some world, hm?" She smirks a bit, playing along with him. She doesn't know him, but doesn't seem like he's the bad kind either. Nothing wrong with wallowing up a bit with the compliments as well. Not like there's anyone else around for now, its rare she can focus her attention on one person at a time.

"So what are you plans then, if you don't mind me asking. If you're not really looking for people you know, you going to spend the rest of your days drinking?"

Jecht has posed:
"Pft, hell no. That's what a loser would do. Nah, this is just how a man mourns!" Jecht holds up his glass; it catches the light, shining off it gently and reflecting against the curve of the object. He tilts his head back at her. "Like I said. Gettin' hammered, seeing the world a little...it's the right way to remember people. Real drunk, real happy. And maybe wreck a place or two." He laughs.

"That's the only way to live life sometimes; get real blind smashed, then find the biggest, meanest guy in the place and pick a fight with him. Either you wind up unconscious in the gutter, or you wind up unconscious in the gutter with a heck of a 'shoulda seen the other guy'."

"But after this? I dunno. If there's people who need help...I don't think I can just walk away from that like I'm not involved. Even if I'm not involved, it just ain't my policy to listen to people screaming in need when I've got the power to help...even if it just something little, like helping make a shelter, it's somethin' only I can do, y'know?"

"Maybe after this refugee thing gets squared away I'll see about making a triumphant return to sports. Gotta be some interesting sports in a place like Goug, right? Never too late to learn something new to be the best at."

Tifa Lockhart has posed:
Tifa Lockhart hms "Well I haven't heard of any sports for now. The place was a bit too chaotic for a while, we're only starting to settle down again, back into some kind of normalacy. The only things I heard about are the reapparance of Triple Triad and Chocobo Racing. I guess you could become a racer." She smirks a bit at that, sliding fingers around her ear casually, pushing hair back.

Jecht has posed:
"Chocobos survived, huh?" Good deal! He loved Chocobos. Mi'hen Highroad was one of his fondest memories. The look on Auron's face when Jecht had swung up there and settled into the saddle like a natural...Auron had had the stuffiest face ever, but Braska'd been trying so hard not to laugh. Poor Auron. Jecht grins at that, swirling his glass in his hand as he looks over at Tifa again. "Chocobo racing...wonder why we never tired that back home."

"Mmmm...alright, it's decided! You're sittin' with the future champ of the Chocobo circuit, beautiful!" Jecht laughs. "One week from today, look forward to it - my sublimely magnificent debut!"

"Although," He pauses, "You, uh, you don't need a manager or anything for Chocobo racing, right? Ain't a team sport or anything?"

Tifa Lockhart has posed:
Tifa Lockhart laughs at that "No, not really. There's a ranch a bit south from here, you adopt a chocobo there and start training him. I don't think there's any competition for it yet, but you can always race others to make yourself a reputation." She stands up, moving to get herself a cup of tea. Since its quiet, might as well drink something while being social. "The ranch handles all of the chocobo needs, you just adopt one, they keep it there until you need it, like to travel or race."

Jecht has posed:
"No teams, huh? 'sashame. Blitzball's better with a team...somebody to go out and celebrate with after the game. Winning's sweet all by yourself, though." Jecht takes another drink, hammering it back once more; the fire was starting to dull, and though he had quite thoroughly ridiculous tolerance, he was definitely starting to feel a little buzzed. Surprisingly, too; he didn't think Unsent could get buzzed. Or whatever he was now. What *was* he, anyway?

"You any good at ridin' chocobos?"

Tifa Lockhart has posed:
Tifa Lockhart smirks "Well I've been riding my own lately, so I think I'm decent. My chocobo is getting better too. I managed to get a victory in the C-Class." Which is still pretty low, but have to start somewhere. She sips on her cup, bringing it back to the table sit down with you "Its mostly thanks to the chocobo though, all I have to do is go feed and race it once in a while so I can train it.

Jecht has posed:
"Hmmmm," Jecht considers. That Triple Triad thing didn't sound like much he'd be interested in, but sports was his greatest skill; if he couldn't make a living doing that, he pretty much wasn't going to make a living. Well...maybe he could go hire on with Yuna, but that seemed like a really poor idea. She had her own story to tell. Plus he didn't know how long he'd even be around...he could disappear at any moment. Life was short; no time to waste on stuff like that.

"So you're pretty decent...OK! I've got an idea."

"We'll start a team. Get this sport off the ground, give people something to dream about. Give refugees jobs, something to watch and enjoy together...something to DO besides be miserable. Kick this whole Chocobo thing into high gear, make it huge; bigger than Blitzball." He's grinning from ear to ear; how long had it been since he'd had a real dream like this? How long had it been since he'd been able to *possess* dreams, his own mind? It felt good. Even if he disappeared tomorrow, today...today would be worth it. Just for these five minutes of feeling like a real person again. This was invaluable.

"What do you say, beautiful? Wanna start a Chocobo Racing team?"

Tifa Lockhart has posed:
Tifa Lockhart blinks a bit as you inflate the whole thing up to new proportions, but she giggles "Hmm, well it sounds tempting. Sure, why not, we can make a racing team, but how will that work? Just accumulate victories under the banner of our team?"

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"Yeah, 'zactly like that." Jecht gestures. "Find some other person who enjoys chocobo racing, sign 'em on, and then start racin' people as a team. Whichever one of us wins, we all win, splittin' the purse and that kinda thing. Soon enough people'll start doing the same to stay competitive; then they'll start signing up as teams, and before you know it, league'll start forming."

Jecht grins over his last drink of the night (for real this time, he didn't want to forget this plan). "Besides, could get some good publicity for this place in the process if we wanted. There's all kinds of upsides to have a sports team."

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Tifa Lockhart smiles, nodding "Well then, we need a name, don't we?" She sips on her tea quietly, pondering it over. Hey, that Jecht found something to spark his interest, and that's a good way to put some energy into someone, find a small dream or an immediate goal to reach. She can get behind that. There should be other people wanting to race around too."

Jecht has posed:
"Sure, but I'm too buzzed to think of a name right now. 'sides, it's your bar and you've got the best chocobo right now; might as well be you who comes up with the name, huh?" Jecht shakes his head a little bit for emphasis; he's still surprisingly well-spoken and balanced for being buzzed, but he has had quite a few by now. He's not entirely sure if he's buzzed or not, actually; he'd never been buzzed as an Unsen before. But Auron still carried his booze, and this sure *felt* like being drunk.

"Ahhh, we'll figure somethin' out."

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Tifa Lockhart giggles, and puts a hand on top of your glass "You definitely had enough if you think you're buzzed with 3 glasses of this." She smiles kindly. She takes care of her customers too. "We'll think of a name then, no rush right?" She takes your glass and brings it back tot he bar once its empty, so she can clean it up later.

Jecht has posed:
"Yeah, no rush. Ain't like I'm goin' anywhere in a hurry, not like this. It's, uh...it's been a while since I really drank." Literally more than ten years, since before he'd become Sin, he'd been drinking shoopuf milk and nothing else. Crap, his tolerance was WAY down...man, being dead sucked!

"Better go find a place to stay tonight. Shouldn't be too hard...wander around for a few hours and see what comes up." Jecht stands up; yeah, he's still in full motor control, at least. He kicks experimentally at the air, just to see if he's gonna fall over; when he doesn't, he looks quite relieved. He had...he had some shape to be getting back into.

"See you around, beautiful." Jecht presses two fingers to his forehead, waving them away in a salute as he moves to the door, a grin across his face. (Un)Life was looking up for the old man, huh....? Maybe this was some kinda payback for all that he'd been forced to endure. Yeah...that was nice, right?

Pft. As if. The Universe didn't work like that.

Tifa Lockhart has posed:
Tifa Lockhart smiles "Come back soon then, even while working the bar keeps open." She waves to him, starting to clean what's been used behind the counter quietly. She always keeps things spotless.