[He definitely isn't the only person in here who's taken the job. One thing led to another and Lightning is here, in a sailor costume, drinking from a tankard filled to the brim with beer. She's tried to find an opening to get out of what started as a conversation that turned into an informal drinking contest, but these pirates are insistent that she stays until the end.
As she throws her drink back, she takes it in massive gulps, as big as she can manage, and finishes third, out of the six of them drinking. Not bad, but she can do better. It's not like this is her first time in a bar with rowdy menβsome of the Guardian Corps would often go out for drinks at the end of their shifts if they went late into the night, and Lebreau was happy to accommodate if it meant business.
There's hooting and hollering and boisterous laughter coming from their end of the club, but when one of them catches Zidane's wandering gaze, he points a massive sausage finger at him and, with slurred words, calls him out.]
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As she throws her drink back, she takes it in massive gulps, as big as she can manage, and finishes third, out of the six of them drinking. Not bad, but she can do better. It's not like this is her first time in a bar with rowdy menβsome of the Guardian Corps would often go out for drinks at the end of their shifts if they went late into the night, and Lebreau was happy to accommodate if it meant business.
There's hooting and hollering and boisterous laughter coming from their end of the club, but when one of them catches Zidane's wandering gaze, he points a massive sausage finger at him and, with slurred words, calls him out.]
"You! The one with the hair! Yeah, YOU! C'meere!"