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Consider;

One idiot yaksha from liyue travels to inazuma and become friends with an idiot oni.

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Ed still had yet to give Greed the presents he brought back from the East. He scrunched up his nose then decided to leave a box of the finest Whiskeys, with one bottle that had a note 'Don't sell this. It's for you,' a small pendent that looked like a round philosopher's stone, along with two small packages of treats and toys for the crows behind the bar counter.

Finding strange packages left lying around wasn't something that had happened to Greed before but it still made him a little suspicious. It wasn't like it could hurt him if it were some kind of explosive, he did still have the shield after all. But it might damage his house and that wouldn't do at all.

With a care and delicacy that could be considered surprising for someone as typically rough around the edges as he was, Greed lifted the box up and did the standard tests for suspicious material. He sniffed it, put his ear to it, and stopped just short of shaking it. Only when he was satisfied it was apparently harmless did he open the lid and find the only slightly disturbed alcohol and treasures inside.

"Wha..." Greed glanced over the note and mentally considered whether he was going to give Ed a hard time about not delivering this in person later.

He opened one bottle before even going through what the rest of the box contained. It was an interesting assortment. Greed wasn't sure what to make of the necklace and for a brief moment considered swallowing it to see if it worked. But something told him it was just an ordinary stone, so he tucked it into a pocket instead. The crows knew what to do with the toys before he did, and that was a good thing considering what he'd almost done just seconds ago.

The snacks; those he et aside. The man didn't share often but he knew his Phoenix and Dove would be mad if he ate them all himself.

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yourgoldensin: (You sure it's not intentional with that grin? XD)

That is 100% overconfidence. >D))

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yourgoldensin: (What even, Greed? XD)

This is the kind of service you get when you order food at the Devil’s Nest fff))

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“Bone apple tits.”

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“Pretty sure I end up naked too often as it is.”

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           “  Instead of living like a moth to a flame , I’m going to try to live like a tree to the sun. I want to grow towards my PASSION , not let it DESTROY ME in consummation ”

ORG. EST. 6/2016. REMADE 6/2020 ft. a large Multiverse & many many others

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The bar was mostly quiet now as the two had their chat. The best time to do this sort of thing really; all the casual drinkers had gone home and those that remained were for the most part down for the count. They'd be ousted in a couple of hours so the morning cleanup could begin but in the moment Greed was fine to let them hang around and either sleep it off or nurse whatever drink they had left.

He didn't have much hesitation in taking the flask from Balthier. That was a hard won trust but the man had it. He still put the thing up to his nose first to have a sniff as a way to gauge what he was getting himself into before taking a swig.

"That's pretty good stuff. Got a kick to it like the old Stray Dog bottles." Greed remarked with approval. "When you're right you're right, that stuff'll sell damn well in a place like Central." Handing the item back over the counter the homunculus scratched at his chin. "As for who's gonna run it... there's a lady you could ask. But she's lazy as hell. Bout as bad about hangin onto money as I am too, for that matter."

He kept his hands busy wiping glasses down with a clean rag. "The other major cities are all named after cardinal directions. But Central's the biggest of the bunch."

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“A secondary location…?” There was something he hadn’t considered. Maybe because he figured he’d be running this particular location for the rest of his days. But that was an intriguing thought now that it was there and safe to say his friend now had his full attention.

Technically, it was true he had enough money hoarded saved that he could probably buy a better establishment than this. He just tended to hold onto it for obvious reasons; given his name. But the possibility he could invest a little and get a lot out of it… now that was persuasive. The possibility of trying drinks from other realities was just gravy. A lot of it too.

“Alright so what you’re sayin is you need a client and I need a supplier. That’s pretty convenient, since I have a little more scratch than I… technically need” he had a hard time letting that secret out “So my question is; you got a location in mind, or do I need to go shoppin or summat?”

Ah, there it was - the contemplation, the intrigue. Admittedly, he thrived off of it; getting people to consider new ideas along these lines was already a thrill. The potential for good business, with someone he knew he could trust? That was quite the bonus. So it was with a little flourish that Bal pulled a small flask out from … somewhere in those many, overabundant pockets of his, offering it without comment.

He’d picked that particular little treat up from a pirate-run town on some distant world, some place called the Caribbean. Oh, what had it been called again … he never could remember, but what a time that visit had been. He couldn’t remember half of it, which was always a good sign. “I already have a crate of that on my ship.” he finally said, shrugging once again as if doing so were entirely normal. Which, for him, it might as well be. “And I know several other sellers who would jump at this opportunity. We just need the right place for it to go.”

Now, location was another matter entirely, simply because that hadn’t been a thought he’d had before deciding to come here. However, there was an easy solution, and once he’d heard the inquiry he put it forward. “As for where, that should be simple enough to decide on - I can tour the major capitols here and find one that fits the sort of clients we’d want to attract. You may have to find someone who can run it, which would cost you extra in paying them, but if you find the right person they can handle the higher-tier clients without you having to worry about it. From the front it’ll look like any other bar, but from the back we’ll be running supplies in from a multitude of places. I do the same for several taverns in Ivalice, and they’ve found the opportunity quite profitable.”

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"A secondary location...?" There was something he hadn't considered. Maybe because he figured he'd be running this particular location for the rest of his days. But that was an intriguing thought now that it was there and safe to say his friend now had his full attention.

Technically, it was true he had enough money hoarded saved that he could probably buy a better establishment than this. He just tended to hold onto it for obvious reasons; given his name. But the possibility he could invest a little and get a lot out of it... now that was persuasive. The possibility of trying drinks from other realities was just gravy. A lot of it too.

"Alright so what you're sayin is you need a client and I need a supplier. That's pretty convenient, since I have a little more scratch than I... technically need" he had a hard time letting that secret out "So my question is; you got a location in mind, or do I need to go shoppin or summat?"

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He really hated to admit what a tempting thought that was. At the same time though Greed found himself sniffing a little and scratching the bridge of his nose.

“Yeah but you get those types in here and they’re gonna want the place spiffy and clean all the time too. And if they look at the staff the wrong way it’s all gonna go t’ hell.” He might still be protective over what remains of his crew as well, come to think of it.

“I see that look you got though. What scheme are ya gonna sell me today. Something worth a whole lot I hope?”

“Oh, I’m not saying to get rid of this atmosphere, not in the slightest.” Look at that, the grin’s growing. Clearly he had some thought on his mind and was close to voicing it, but instead of doing so the pirate leaned across the bar, lowering his voice. “I’m sure your current patrons would dislike the change, after all. But what I am suggesting … hmm, how to phrase this.”

He paused, sipping on his drink idly whilst he let the words stew, and then shrugged. “Imagine, for a moment, if you saved some of the money you’re currently making and opened a secondary bar. Now imagine if that bar housed alcohol from various worlds, which doesn’t exist here. Now imagine that said alcohol earned a name for itself. You can price it however you want, can’t you? And there’s not a soul that would know the difference.”

“Of course, you would need a good patron. Someone who can get the drink, possibly food, to you with little hassle. And if they were to ask for a cut … that’s just good business, isn’t it?”

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He really hated to admit what a tempting thought that was. At the same time though Greed found himself sniffing a little and scratching the bridge of his nose.

"Yeah but you get those types in here and they're gonna want the place spiffy and clean all the time too. And if they look at the staff the wrong way it's all gonna go t' hell." He might still be protective over what remains of his crew as well, come to think of it.

"I see that you look got though. What scheme are ya gonna sell me today. Something worth a whole lot I hope?"

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He gestures vaguely. “First; I don’t even know where that is. Second; do I look like I got a discerning crowd here? They ain’t here for class they’re here for cheap booze and gambling.”

“Have you ever wondered why most places have that classy bullshit?” Bal asked, waving a hand idly; truth be told, he couldn’t care less for the quality of the drink, but he had a mischievous grin on his face now. “It’s so they draw in those discerning crowds. You find a drink that everyone’s excited to try, jack the price up significantly, and make a ridiculous amount of money. Bartenders back home have been using that trick for centuries, because it works. The rich and foolish will pay for a reputation over the actual product.”

“That’s why my side business is so lucrative.”

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“One of the crows is named Twinkle. This is what happens when kids name your stuff.”

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Sometimes I feel like I should update his main verse to “Bar at the end of the Multiverse”. So it doesn’t matter who comes around from which IP.