[Blaine]

"Well, if you really must know what I have been doing, I have been primarily pillaging and 'discovering' what now is mine." He laughed, a strange true laugh as his ninth drink loosened him up to the point of this laughter. "That is what I do. I find what I want and I take it. By the sweat of my brow, I will do what must be done for nothing is more important than that taste, that thrill of achieving your goal. Aha, should you ever want to break from the droll lifestyle you have, I shall take you along with me. I could use someone who looks like a guard to sneak past a few...obstacles." Smirking, he raised his eyebrow at the man and leaned a little closer. "How does that sound, hm? To be on a trip with the great Sky Pirate, Balthier? Always on edge and nothing ever dull or boring. I saw it is something to try."

Finally taking his fifth class of whatever the hell the barmaid had been giving him, he suddenly blinked and sat back, looking down at the glass as his vision began to swim as the glass was one then suddenly became two as he shook his head. How many was this now...? Five? How long had it been? Certainly long enough to stave of any inebriated effects... Suddenly assualted by the sight of the drunken boy, he frowned and rolled his eyes as he cracked his neck a bit before letting out a deep breath. Only, when he did that, the full force of the alcohol in his system hit him. Utterly disoriented, he fell against the large blond man beside him, his fingers clutching into the fabric of his clothing for stability. "Dear God..." He murmured, holding back a burp which he refused to release out of his own pride and common decency. "I seem...to have over extended..my " -hic!- "..self..!"

Not at all aware of what he held onto, he slowly slid from his seat to stand..or rather what he thought was standing. In reality, he was leaning heavily on Basch, his head bowed into his shoulder as he gazed at the shifting and dancing ground. "Cease...your movements.." He ordered to no prevail as Vaan ousted himself from Basch's grasp, firmly shaking his head. "I dun need tah be taken home...pfffffttttt...!" He whined as he pushed away, staggering to another group of people. Quite possibly the men he was drinking with.

Meanwhile, no longer blocked by the smaller blond, Balthier found himself in free fall as his weight buckled beneath him, unable to even stand as the drinks he consumed utterly dominated him to the point of blindness. "Ngh..." He moaned gently as he fell into Basch. "Bloody...bartender..."