Vega
Vega laughed mirthly at that and shook his head, even deigning it so important as to snap his fingers and point at Lucy dramatically. "Well, well, well... It seems you have a point."
Hence, did two things. First of all, he put down a fat stack of cash on the counter, as to pay for the drinking bill. Then, he grabbed on the bar counter like a ledge, and just flipped over it. "In that case, this will be my rebellion~" Vega winked at both, before turning to the vast array of drinks at the bar. A sharp, quick glance around the vast assortments, and his hands already got to work. What wonderful drink, the aromas alone were enough to make one's heart happy. But to feel the bottles between his hands, to balance their weight in his grip, now that was true joy.
Let's dance.
His motions were as captivating as a dance, even the other onlookers were taken in by the enrapturing show, as he twirled bottles and mixed drink after drink in the most graceful and sometimes impossible of movements. When it'd look like he'd just spill the contents without care, he'd catch each and every single droplet with an elegant motion, litterally swallowing the mixture up with his glass. Until four refined, most wonderful of cocktails were mixed. For some, a symbol of death.
But for him? This was like being born again. And for everyone else, it was like a magic trick! A most wondrous of performances with truly impressive skill and subterfuge. One he topped off by pulling an orange out of thin air, and peeling it smoothly with naught but his pinky. The decorative peel made for a most pleasing and aesthetic addition.
"Would you like a taste? One for the lady of the castle, one for the most adorable of pets, and one for my rebellious little sweetheart. Ah, and the last is for me, of course."
