[Divinitate]

He didn't know how long he sat there. All he did was stare out at the passing people. No one even stopped to look at him. Though halfway through the day an old lady sat beside him and started to regal him with tales of her late husband. It was... endearing. He wanted to tell her to piss off, but that would be rude and he had no need to be such with her. After all she was just an old woman who wanted company. From noon till just before sunset he listened to her, developing a sick neediness that was very unlike him. When she finally said good night to him he felt like his heart had been stabbed repeatedly. Hand going to his chest his fingers kneaded into the fabric as his whole body slumped into the bench. Why did he have to fall for the one person he knew he couldn't have...? Slowly his eyes closed as he pushed himself forward off of the bench.

This was a good time to find out how much alcohol he could ingest before passing out he felt. It wasn't his week, and he was feeling the tinge of loneliness he'd long since learned to suppress. Frowning he propelled himself to the same ritzy bar they'd been at the night before. His waves fell into his face as he slipped in and got noticed by the woman who had been hit on the night before by Balthier. As he sat in a booth she brought him what he was drinking the night before. "Is your friend not with you tonight sir...?" She asked softly, catching the hurt look on his face before he could hide it. "...No." He muttered to her. Deftly he downed the drink and smiled a little. "Just keep bringing these please." he asked of her, settling into the booth while he thought about the situation more and more.

He knew that Balthier had just been drunk the night before. That was why he'd done what he had done... Frowning as the bottle was brought to him, Basch looked at the slender woman above him. "Here. That's five hundred gil...and you can take the whole bottle..." She told him, holding her hand out for payment, which he shelled out to her. He'd drink her a while, then leave... if he could get his ass back up and moving.

It was only a few more shots before he sought the waitress out. "Thank you angel..." He whispered to her, his words slurring slightly as he slipped her some gil. With that done he wandered outside, tucking the bottle into the crook of his arm. Walking around half drunk was a feat all in on its self... He soon found himself at the park before his apartments. Shrugging he dropped to a bench, pulled the bottle out and started to drink. It didn't matter to him if he passed out here or not.