[How exhausting. He really wasn't in the mood for such overwhelming pep- he knows exactly how you're trying to bowl him over, mister- but maybe if he was lucky, Tifa or Ren would show up and toss this guy out for him....]
[Blue gives a skeptical squint at his claim of inventing alcohol- are you a caveman, dude?- but he chooses not to reply to that; instead, he throws himself against the bar counter and irritably watches Venti flit about.]
[...He considers just telling his straight out that the booze is free, but since he's annoyed, maybe he'll let the guy think he owes him. For now. That's fine, right?]
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[How exhausting. He really wasn't in the mood for such overwhelming pep- he knows exactly how you're trying to bowl him over, mister- but maybe if he was lucky, Tifa or Ren would show up and toss this guy out for him....]
[Blue gives a skeptical squint at his claim of inventing alcohol- are you a caveman, dude?- but he chooses not to reply to that; instead, he throws himself against the bar counter and irritably watches Venti flit about.]
[...He considers just telling his straight out that the booze is free, but since he's annoyed, maybe he'll let the guy think he owes him. For now. That's fine, right?]
Sure, tab. What're you paying in, exactly?