Demyx waved as a few of his favourite regulars walked in, and grinned when Axel approached the bar. At last, something to distract him from the news station that the owner insisted on having on the radio.
"...we can assure the people of Bancour, and of Valendia at large, that the rumours concerning PSICOM's involvement at Midgar, and by extension that of the Archadian Empire, have absolutely no basis in fact..."
Yeah, he was pretty glad that they'd finally turned up. Radio aside, Saix had been looking undeniably surly since he'd come in, and something about Saix being grumpy always set Demyx's teeth on edge. Maybe it was the berserker thing. He had never associated Saix in a bad mood with anything good, anyway.
Still, at least he hadn't been out annihilating the local wildlife and bringing in bits of mutilated monster before heading to the market. That was always a good thing. He hated having to be the one who mopped bits of grotty creature drippings off the floor.
"What's up, Axel?" He said, looking rather bright as he talked over the news report. "Two pints of the usual and ... we're all out of Landisian - you know what deliveries are like right now - so I'll go with the Balfonheim Gold Label."
He turned to fill the order and left Axel to chat with Xigbar while he waited for him. The behind-bar radio crackled as he crossed the floor in front of it, giving the woman who was speaking a temporarily gritty quality to her decidedly icy voice.
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Date: 2012-10-23 12:50 am (UTC)"...we can assure the people of Bancour, and of Valendia at large, that the rumours concerning PSICOM's involvement at Midgar, and by extension that of the Archadian Empire, have absolutely no basis in fact..."
Yeah, he was pretty glad that they'd finally turned up. Radio aside, Saix had been looking undeniably surly since he'd come in, and something about Saix being grumpy always set Demyx's teeth on edge. Maybe it was the berserker thing. He had never associated Saix in a bad mood with anything good, anyway.
Still, at least he hadn't been out annihilating the local wildlife and bringing in bits of mutilated monster before heading to the market. That was always a good thing. He hated having to be the one who mopped bits of grotty creature drippings off the floor.
"What's up, Axel?" He said, looking rather bright as he talked over the news report. "Two pints of the usual and ... we're all out of Landisian - you know what deliveries are like right now - so I'll go with the Balfonheim Gold Label."
He turned to fill the order and left Axel to chat with Xigbar while he waited for him. The behind-bar radio crackled as he crossed the floor in front of it, giving the woman who was speaking a temporarily gritty quality to her decidedly icy voice.