Final Fantasy Crossover Meme
All right! The semester's over (for me), and my summer vacation has started! Know what that means? Meme time! I haven't done one in SO long, and I haven't done one for Final Fantasy yet, so this is needed
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Balthier was disgustingly drunk and Irvine seemed moments away from passing out into his whiskey.
Setzer was milking this for all it was worth.
The most recent four games had been almost pathetic, really. Things had been going great until Fran decided that she could no longer curttail Balthier's drinking - or, more likely, got sick of Irvine's rather obvious staring, because Fran didn't strike Setzer as the sort of girl (rabbit. Thing) who would leave her partner to the dogs - and left. A sober Balthier was a force to be reckoned with.
A drunken Balthier was simply funny.
His problem wasn't the wild bets or even the annoying tendency to take things literally (Irvine's last "Hit me" was a memorable experience, and Setzer very nearly had to leap over the table to stop the cowboy from returning the favor with his shotgun). No. His worst problem was that all of his math skills had gone sadly out the window.
"Blackjack! I win!"
A two and an ace, of course. Some logical sense, but still.
"No. That's thirteen. Do you want me to hit you?"
"Why would I want another card? I've got twenty-one."
A drunken Balthier was also annoying.
"That's thirteen, genius," Irvine slurred from beside him, slipping an ace out of his sleeve and onto the table. "Now this is twenty-one."
"You just pulled that card out of your shirt!"
"I did not!"
"I just watched you do it, idiot! Dealer! Are you paying attention to him?"
Setzer put his head in his hands and looked to Penelo, wandering around, "Can I get a drink? Strong?"
"Sorry, Setzer. I'm only nineteen, I can't order drinks. Have you seen Vaan? I lost him early on and I'm worried that he might be losing all of my money and our airship."
"Penelo, Penelo, Penelo. No one here is going to ask your age. Just tell them you want a vodka on the rocks and they'll give it to you."
"How much are you willing to pay for this?" Setzer had just begun to wonder what sort of girl this Penelo really was when things across the table started to get terribly out of hand.
"Who do you think you are, calling me a cheater? I'm a perfectly honest sharpshooter! You're the thief, huh? Pirate!"
"I watched you pull that card out of your sleeve! You are a cheater."
Setzer was incredibly glad that he'd already relieved both men of their guns. Penelo watched in morbid fascination, before turning to Setzer.
"Vodka on the rocks, you say?"
"Please."
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