The Pirate Party

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Characters: OPEN TO EVERYONE
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: A party to get over all the drama (and to celebrate a pirate's birthday but only a few people know that so shhhh.)
Location: Just outside Wutai
Date: February 27th, 1804
Warnings: Um. Alcohol, pirates, drunken Selphie, probably a lot of innuendo and... a surprise later~!


The evening was set and any guests that had needed to be picked up had been. Balthier had done a tour of Gaia to collect the people that didn't have airships or couldn't acquire transport and set everyone down in Wutai. The Strahl was parked just outside of Wutai, where the party was to be held. Technically, it wasn't in Wutai, thus should any complay about the noise or the crowd, then there would be no reason they should leave. Balthier had strategically set them outside of Wutai, and asked permission, to keep things settled.

He didn't exactly want this to blow up in everyone's faces after the slew of dramatics that had rolled in during the past two weeks or so, even if he was to blame for part of it.

Flames crackling on the large bonfire he had set earlier, the majority of the light in the area came from the fire and the Strahl's lights, particularly the glossair rings. Thankfully, the engine wouldn't overheat as he'd fine tuned it earlier in the morning.

An enormous table (the origins of which were not for anyone to question) stood to one side, covered all over with various party food that Fran had cooked. While she wasn't exactly a gourmet chef, the Viera was skilled enough to make decent party food for the guests. Next to that stood three smaller tables, all piled high with various different alcoholic beverages, and a small table with non-alcoholic drinks was overshadowed by the sheer mass of booze.

Balthier had paid off everyone he'd needed to pay; everything was set.

The party looked to be a good night and seemed as if it'd go without a hitch!



[OOC: Let's do this party style, guys. Ninja tagging and threadjacking is encouraged. Let's just go wild, since the drama llama has finally ridden away. X3]

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"If someone falls into the flames are you going to stand by and watch or dive in and fish them out, father?" Balthier's smirk was catty as he walked over to Cid. Dressed in black leather pants without all the guards his dark brown ones had, a white shirt that was half unbuttoned and had the sleeves rolled up, and black boots, he had drinks it both hands. Holding one out to his father, he sipped his own, watching the people dancing by the fire.

After a pause, he looked back to the older Bunansa. "I didn't expect you to join the celebrations after our conversations upon your arrival..." He hadn't expected to tell Cid he'd killed him, either.

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Chuckling lightly at the comment, the older Bunansa didn't miss a beat when the younger approached. "No, I'll leave such a chore for you to enjoy, Ffamran." He said in matching tone and mirth. Mirroring his son's smirk, Cidolfus took one of the glasses and joined the dozens of avid drinkers here tonight. He was dressed less flamboyantly tonight, modest in the sense that he went without his elaborate overcoat but sensible since it was rather cool out. He seemed to favor rich browns for the evening, all except for his white boots and gloves.

Glancing away from Ffamran to spy upon a few partygoers nearby, the doctor let out a little sigh once his son spoke. "I am your father, am I not?" He said with a bit of a smirk. "I've missed so many birthdays in the past, so why would I miss this one because of a few ill placed words?"

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"I suppose you are, yes," he murmured about the comment on his parenthood. Balthier chuckled and emptied his glass, setting it down on the nearest table. "Still, I never expected to see you at any kind of function that didn't recquire formal attire." He hadn't seen Cid at any kind of party outside of his own parties, actually, and those were always formal events.

Eying Cid's clothing, he sighed at the boots. They would never make sense to him. Ever. "Did you have to wear those hideous things, Cid?" His smirk again appeared catty. He couldn't help it.

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Not answering that little dig at his failed parenting, Cidolfus merely enjoyed the company of both this flawless night and his son. "How true but I was only fond of such pompous parties in hopes of gaining more funding for my research but I never truly had fun." He admitted casually as he took another sip of wine. Placing his now empty glass upon the table, the old scientist gazed at Ffamran with a slight glare.

"What?" He complained in mild annoyance. "These boots are quite fashionable in Archades."

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"Of course you didn't. Though you'd still come home happier than necessary and rambling about some sort of experiment or something..." He shook his head with a light chuckle.

When Cid mentioned how fashionable the boots were, Balthier scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Those things are not fashionable, Cid. I know fashionable, and they are not." He gave a cheeky little smirk to his father and rolled his eyes. "Of course, I cannot expect you to dress as well as I do. Not at your age."