Wakka was sitting in a pub in Besaid. It was pretty messy. The floor had beer spilt on it in some places, and there was a lot of crumbs by the pool tables. A red-haired bartender leaned against the bar watching a spherecast, smoking a cigar.
A sort of bronze colored man, minus the shininess, with tall red hair sat at the bar, with his hands clasped together, resting on a blitzball, holding up his face. His hair seemed to be in a sort curl at the top. The man must have used a lot of hair gel to keep it straight up and in a curl like that. He wore a blue headband and a brown lace necklace, with a small, plastic, gray fish hanging from the front. He also wore a orange vest, that revealed part of his chest, and shoulders. It was two black leather strips, connected by silver bolts, going over his shoulders, framing his chest, connecting the the back of the vest. About half way down the vest, the vest broke apart a little bit, revealing his belly button. While the vest was orange it had two blue Xs on either side of where the vest split.
On his right arm he had a brown forearm guard. On his left arm he wore a much more protective upper arm guard, a just as good forearm guard and a black glove.
He also had a pair of jean shorts, partially covered but what would be best described as "bucket shorts." There were yellow, slightly longer, and had two yellow strips connected to a brown belt that went around his jeans.
And finally he wore pale green sandals. A red and black duffle bag rested on the floor beside him.
Behind him was a bald, white man with sunglasses. He was smoking a cigarette, and had several peircings, on his right ear. He also had a goatee, and a black shirt that said: HD on the front of it. All along his arms he hand tattoos, that looked similar to graffiti, and wore a bronze wristband on his left arm. Finally, had had several black rings, on a few of his fingers, wore jeans, and had id, clipped to the waistband of his jeans. He was holding a particuarly long pool cue.
"Jeez, I haven't seen anyone looking so nervous watching TV since my old man bet the rent on last year's Blitzball Tournament. What's the matter, freak? You scared Sin will drop in here for a beer on the way back from Luca?" the bald man asked in a youthful raspy voice.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, sir, but I was under the impression that Yevon was only after Guado," the man sitting at the bar replied.
"Well, if you ain't a Guado, how do you explain that wacky hair-do of yours, dude? Was mom making out with a Guado behind your daddy's back or what?" the bald man asked mockingly.
"I'm sorry friend, but I think you've mistaken me for someone who walked in here looking for trouble," the red haired man said with forced calmness.
"Yeah, well, I reckon you just mistook me for someone who cares, you piece of shit!"
The bald man took the pool cue back as if getting to swing a baseball bat.The red haired man took the blitzball, from under his hands, and tossed it into the air, and ducked.
The bald man's pool cue smashed into the glasses on the table, sending shards of glass flying everywhere, narrowly missing the red-haired man's hair. The ball came back down, the red-haired man catching it with ease.
"Oh, sh..."
SMACK! The ball landed hard on the baldman's face, giving him a bloody nose. The bald man layed on the ground, knocked cold. He glasses were cracked and lopsided on his face. The bartender pulled out a two barrel shotgun.
"Get out of my bar, you filthy animal, or I swear to God I'll decorate this place with every brain cell in your head!" the bartender threatened.
"Are you serious? The guy came at me with a pool cue," the red haired man explained getting to his feet.
"That's right, freak: just keep mouthing off and giving me the excuse I was looking for to pull this trigger," the bartender said, with a sly smile on his face.
"Okay, okay. I'm going..." the red-haired man said grabbing the duffle bag and slinging over his shoulder, "...but the only reason I feel I can walk out of here with any dignity is that I didn't flush the toilet when I paid a visit to you men's room."
The bartenders smile turned to a frown.
The red-haired man walked down the hall to the exit. There was another hall leading off the the bathroom on his left. A woman was standing in the hall leaning against the wall.
She had long, light-brown hair that fell down to her shoulders. She wore a skimpy black top, that pushed her breasts up, and revealed her belly button. She had gold piercings, and earings on both of her ears. One eye was blue, and the other was green. She had two gold bracelets, on both of her wrists, and wore jeans, with a thick brown belt, going through the waistband. And finally, wore brown, rather ugly actually, Newbrand sneakers.
"Don't you ever wonder what it would be like to live in a place where the locals aren't organizing a lynch mob the second you walk through the door, Wakka McCoy?" the girl asked. Her voice seemed kind of airy, like a soft voice, mixed with someone breathing.
"Who the heck are you?" Wakka asked.
"The best thing that's happened to you since they started doing Reebok in a size 42, handsome."
Thanx for reading
Sephistrife15
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