Auron threw his jug at Jecht in disgust. “We’re both dead. Why are you the only one who can get drunk?”
“Sheer talent,” Jecht answered, catching the jug and opening it.
“Figures,” Auron grumbled. There were several seconds of silence. This was general a bad thing when Jecht was drunk, but before Auron could turn around and stop whatever he was doing, a pair of arms wrapped around his shoulders.
“Hey, handsome, can I cheer you up?” asked a high-pitched voice.
“Normally I wouldn’t, but…” the hand quickly found its way inside Auron’s coat. “Wait a minute…” Auron grabbed the wayward arm and spun around.
“Jecht! Do you really… think… why… why are you dressed like a prostitute?”
“I’m not! This is a Lady Luck sphere. I traded to Rikku for it.” Jecht posed.
“What did you– no, don’t answer that. Why– don’t answer that either.”
“You don’t like me in a dress? She said it’d be a sure-fire way to get you into bed. Apparently it works on her boyfriend all the time.”
“Even if I had anything in common with her boyfriend, you don’t have anywhere near the body to pull that off,” Auron rolled his eyes.
Jecht laughed and helped himself to another swig from Auron’s jug. “Ah, well. Guess that means it’s time for plan B.”
“What’s plan B?” Auron asked with trepidation.
“Kareoke!”
“Okay, that’s not… put the songstress dressphere down…”
