“Ooh…pretty bottle!” Chamilia exclaimed, bright pink eyes shimmering excitedly. Day-Chamilia had insisted on being out and about, and her uncle had no problem with that—so long as she made herself useful. So she was sent on what Day-Chamilia liked to call the ‘super secret so secret in fact, you can’t tell anyone or you’ll DIE(painfully)’ mission of restocking the bar’s alcohol supply. They had disappeared over the last few nights, much to everyone’s—well, almost everyone’s—shock. ‘A mysterious case indeed…’ She thought, grinning evilly. She didn’t drink it all out of spite (not completely…), but it was their own faults for having such wonderfully tasting stuff.

But back to the oh-so-colorful blue bottle that had caught her attention. The purple locks of her hair that weren’t done in a rather large braid fell into her eyes as she grinned evilly—almost maniacally. “Oh, dear me…” Chamilia covered her mouth in mock-shock. “This looks poisonous. I’d best do my part for the community and make sure! I’ll need to quarantine this deadly substance. For I am selfless, and will give my life to save others.” She smirked beneath the hand, then used said glove-covered hand to unscrew the cap which kept her from indulging in the heavenly substance. “Heh. Bottoms up!”

To any other person, it would have seemed as though she were inhaling the liquid. She took large gulps, and by the time she pulled away, less than half was left. She hiccupped. “Mmm. Oh, how I’ve missed you, my love. My orgasm, bottled in liquid form!” She stroked the bottle affectionately, tapping her black nail on the glass. She squealed at the sound it made. “Yes, yes…” She grinned, then looked around quickly. No one paying attention—well, there was that one person who was looking at her like she was insane. But they didn’t count. She screwed the cap back on.

“Oh my goodness! Someone drank from this fine bottle of liquor! I demand half price!” She said, sounding as enraged as a partially drunk and bi-polar twenty four year old could. “Well, while I’m waiting for service…” she took the cap off of one of the many bottles (half of them empty, and the rest only half full) and began to drink.

"Mmm, fruity."

Barlog was getting a bit restless sitting around waiting for customers. The liquor business was a nice business, especially since poverty hit and there was no better way to deal with it than drinking your sorrows away. Maybe it was an unethical way to make money, but for Barlog, spending the unethical money made it all better.

Damn time is going by so slow. I might as well not open up until the evening, no one ever shows at this time of day. I'd be worried if someone did anyways, this is a bit early to get happy time started.

He got up from behind his barstool and picked up a wet rag from the polished oakwood counter top. He walked over to a side shelf and began to wipe some of the bodies, just to keep things orderly and pass the time. He lifted a glimmering silver bottle and shifted it around a bit, watching the water swish back and forth. Suddenly, this made him have to go out back and take a
relieve himself.

Why do I do it? Every time that liquor shakes I have to piss.

Barlog made his way out back to the portipotty to let go of some stress and drain the pipe. He didn't think much of it, he always left the store unattended at this time of day because frankly it didn't matter. He zipped his pants back up when he was finished and walked back in through the back door. He rushed to the counter when he heard a voice, an annoying loud voice. More than that, it was a drunk voice, and that worried Barlog more than anything.

Whoa! What the hell is going on here?! Give me that!

Barlog towered over the girl and imposed his physicality by snatching the bottle out of her hand. He snatched her up by the arm and dragged her out of the store.

What is your problem? I hope you have a good explanation for this!

Day-Chamilia chortled happily, guzzling down more of the addicting liquid. It left a wonderful tingle in her throat and a pleasant warmth spreading throughout her body. Her head was fuzzy, but in the good way. She made sounds as she swung the bottle back and forth, sounds like a hover made when it was zooming past.

“Woooooosh! Here comes the Happy Hover! All aboard for Island Happy!” She tilted her head back, but just before the fluid dripped out…

It was yanked from her hand.

She looked up angrily at the intrusion, then felt herself being yanked up. “Heeey!” She hiccupped. “You mustn’t be so rough with one as delicate as myself.” Another hic, and a giggle. She looked at the man, then sobered up immediately. She stood straight—having been led like a small toddler who just learned how to walk—and looked him squarely in the face. Her eyes were serious—or they appeared to be.

“Are you the one they call the Moogle King?” She asked, still serious. “The chocobos have foretold your arrival!” She threw her hands in the air, cheeks now bright red. “ALL HAIL!” She began bowing at the waist. Then she stopped. “Eh. M’sleepy.” She slurred out.

Then she heard his question. ‘Aw hell. What WAS I doing?’ She asked herself.

And then it happened. Her eyes lost the excited, mischievous sparkle and grew darker. Her lids lowered themselves, and her eyes were nothing more than near-red slits. Her head tilted itself to the right, and her large grin slowly slipped to a thin line. A rosy tinge still remained on her cheeks—evidence of her drunkenness. “What is my problem…?” She repeated, voice portraying nothing. She frowned, though it was slight and barely noticeable. “I was merely gathering gifts to leave at the temples; summoners have that right. Do they not? I merely ran low on currency. However, I would think…that for all I’ve done for the people of Spira—and all that I will do—that I could at least pick up a few bottles of alcohol without being assaulted.” Now, this was a stretch. Even for Night-Chamilia—the expert liar. But she REALLY didn’t think she could pay for all of that alcohol… So if being summoner for a day would help… “Or are you denying me the chance to strengthen my faith?” …Then so be it.

Oh, this would be interesting. She was definitely burning for this one.

Barlog kept a firm grip on the girl as she slurred out a bunch of nonsense. Something was seriously wrong with her. She was talking about Moogle Kings and being sleepy, not only weird, but weird and drunk. That wasn't the best of combinations. He started to ingore her for a while, and tried to think about how he was going to get the money back from all this stuff. He didn't want some drunk alchy working for him, that would just matters worse. All he needed was a liquor plagued woman to watch the shop while he was gone. He secretly hoped she would just pass out so he didn't have to hear her any longer and then deal with it later.

For a moment, Barlog considered the thought that he had just went crazy, but there was no way. SHE WAS JUST DRUNK! Now she was as calm as could be, and was making quite the bold statement. There was absolutely no way this girl was a summoner, it just couldn't be possible. She seemed so adamant about it, and she wasn't laughing anymore, dead serious. Barlog was confused, and for a minute, he didn't say anything. There was just no way...

I don't buy it lady! There's no way you could be a Summoner! How do you plan to pay me back for all this merchandise?!

Days working at the bar were always long for Julius. He wasn't quite sure if it was because he had to do all the dirty work, or that he just happened to work sixteen hours per day, everyday. Julius didn't always work this much, he recently began to do it when Chamilia settled down in Mi'ihen and started working at the bar for her uncle. Julius was attracted to her from the jump, and infatuated by the complexity of her personalities, but when he saw that she wouldn't be interested in him, he just took to being her friend. It wasn't too bad for Julius, he wasn't exactly the boyfriend type anyways. He always, "too immature" whatever the hell that was supposed to mean.

Since that time, he and Chamilia sort of looked out for each other, mostly from themselves though, the combination of the two wasn't always a good set up for success. What they did set up for however, was a good time. Between Julius' knack for being clumsy or being accident prone and Chamilia's flawless ability to get in trouble, every night was interesting.

Today Julius didn't have to go in to work until later in the afternoon, the night was going to be busy. He didn't wake up early enough to make the run to Luca for "supplies" with Chamilia. He was relayed that information when he went over to see if she wanted to make fun of the travelers on the highroad as they passed by. He didn't have any better options showing up at the time, so he decided to make the quick fly by into Luca to do some minor "shopping" to pass the time. He hoped that he would run in to Chamilia, and that would certainly pass the time quicker than anything.

After a brief journey down the southern portion of the high road, Julius arrived at Luca's north entrance. A wicked grin arrived on Julius' face as he saw the long, turning Luca stair rail that he could potentially slide down.

Oooh fun! If I stick the landing I'm going to buy myself an ice cream.

Without anymore hesitation, Julius got a running start and jumped up onto the rail bum first and began to slide down. Well all was good and the outlook was looking great as he continued to pick up speed, the wind blowing back his hair and drying his eyes up a bit. The outlook on this mini risk changed when the direction of the stair rail changed, as Julius realized he wasn't in a position to change directions, much less stop altogether.

Well he couldn't and his momentum was more than the padding on his butt could overcome as he was sent flying off the rail and smashed back first into the wall, slowly sliding down to a thump onto the ground. His face was planted in the dirt and flowers planted along the sides of the city exit and it wasn't exactly the taste Julius was looking for when he decided to win ice cream from himself.

Well then, maybe that wasn't the best of ideas. Did save myself walking down twelve steps though, so it isn't a total loss.

Julius stood up brushed himself off, smiling and waving to rubber neckers making their way to the high road, trying to sarcastically entertain them. He climbed back over the rail with no grace whatsoever, hanging to avoid falling again and descended the rest of the steps into the shopping district. Sure enough, and much to his dismay, the first thing he saw was a large man holding a half full bottle of alcohol in one hand, and Chamilia in the other.

Not in the mood to sprint, Julius took up a light jog over to see how he could help Chamilia squirm her way out of this one, and apparently someone else had the same idea. What she said took Julius by surprise to say the least, she was claiming that she was Chamilia's guardian. Heh, even Chamilia didn't have enough time to be a summoner in a day, so he figured surely it was a lie to get her off the hook for gulping down that alcohol. Well, time to do what Julius always did, get Chamilia out of a tough situation.

Hey! I thought you were going to watch her! I can't leave for five minutes... ugh! Oh well, the important thing is, this man found her and made sure she stayed safe. Thank you sir, I am sure that Yevon will bring you many blessings for looking after an apprentice summoner.

With a smile Julius mockingly gave the man his praise and reenacted the prayer to Yevon for him.

Barlog couldn't help but be confused at this situation. When the young girl approached he felt his heart drop down to his knee caps from the embarrassment of grabbing a summoner in any violent matter. He... he... how could he have known? Before he could apologize, her other guardian showed up and gave him a quick and easy way out, and he had to take it before things could get out of hand.

Ah, that's exactly it. I was just wondering what a summoner was doing alone! I'm glad two of her guardians are here now, I can be on my way. Please, allow me to bring out some complimentary drinks to take to the temples. You should be more careful My Lady!

A wide smirk drew across Julius' face as he sent a secret wink to Chamilia and a kind nod to the young girl across from him. As the barkeep went back into his shop, Julius walked over to her.

Hey, thanks for helping my friend Chamilia, my name is Julius, nice to meet you.

Julius stuck out his right hand towards the helpful girl. He didn't see the harm, she was obviously a kind person, and she seemed like she was about Chamilia's age too, so it could never hurt to make a friend at any point in time.