[Nothing good happens after 2am, which is why Luke closed the bar early for once. After the sheer annoyance that came from Retrospec's latest post...and...some other things, well, he just hadn't felt like it. The beauty of being his own employer and all that. So downstairs is quiet and Luke's roaming around in the back cleaning up, probably murdering more fruit for the next day, all that fun stuff.
He hears the lock being picked far too late, and his tired brain doesn't quite register what he's hearing until he hears the cry of Satan. Or the laugh of Baren, whatever.
It's why there's a slam from inside the bar and Luke's own footsteps stomping toward the door, unlocking it before Baren can finish and wrenching the door open, an unpleased expression following.]
Leftovers aren't interested in--uh. [He stops then, holding off on his bitching for a moment as he stares first at Baren, then at the Chocobo, then at Kashuu on the Chocobo. There's a long, long pause.]
...are you really trying to break into my bar with a bird? What the hell are you doing?
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He hears the lock being picked far too late, and his tired brain doesn't quite register what he's hearing until he hears the cry of Satan. Or the laugh of Baren, whatever.
It's why there's a slam from inside the bar and Luke's own footsteps stomping toward the door, unlocking it before Baren can finish and wrenching the door open, an unpleased expression following.]
Leftovers aren't interested in--uh. [He stops then, holding off on his bitching for a moment as he stares first at Baren, then at the Chocobo, then at Kashuu on the Chocobo. There's a long, long pause.]
...are you really trying to break into my bar with a bird? What the hell are you doing?