Braska hasn't been used to going out and doing things for fun during the night for... years. Years and years. Not since he was a boy, sneaking out of the temple with his peers for the thrill. But he heard tell of a bar, a bar that featured music, and he realized that there is nothing holding him back. There is no reason for him not to go.

It's the point of being here, he reminds himself. Seeing new sights. Exploring! Learning new things. He leaves his summoner's and white mage robes behind and instead leaves his little home dressed in simple robes to have himself a little adventure.

The music is like nothing he's ever heard. And, certainly, the sights, he expected to be alien, but this -- Braska finds himself wondering if this would be familiar to Jecht, or to even Agent K, with their big machina cities. He doesn't really... know what to do with himself. He ends up gravitating to the bar, the only thing truly familiar in the establishment, though he doesn't even try to attract the bartender's attention yet. He's too busy staring around, trying to take everything in, everything, while not really knowing where to put his eyes at the same time.

As such, it takes him an embarrassingly long moment to realize that he's just plopped himself down next to another man. He tears his eyes away from the lights and the stage to offer him an admittedly sheepish smile.

"I'm sorry," he says, trying to speak over the music, "Was this seat taken?"