To the bar.

"How about the bar?" You intentionally forget to mention the hotel located in the same building.

"Sure! But I haven't really drank very much before." She doesn't seem concerned about getting drunk, so you decide to also not get concerned.

You walk in, escorted by your lovely (and young) female companion. The bar seems pretty happenin' tonight, and you are greeted with a number of hearty hellos and cheers. Rikku holds your arm and says, "Wow, you really are a hero!"

A tall man with a broad mustache walks up to you. "Ahh, friend! We're so happy to see you again! Our blitzball champion! Please, all of your food and drinks are on the house! And a free round, on the house!" The crowd bursts into applause and you hear at least 10 different toasts to your good health and long life.

As you're taking in the scene, you feel a tug on your shirt. "You love this, don't you? You're such a ham!" She pulls you towards a table that has been apparently reserved for you. It's near the back of the bar, tucked away from most of the other tables. It's obvious that you are meant to be private here. The waiter brings you each a beer. You let him know to "keep them coming."

"How fancy! A hero both in blitzball and real life! I can't wait to see how you fuck."

You **** a little on your beer, and look at her feigning surprise. "What did you just say?"

She gives you a knowing smile, and says, "Well, come on, isn't that why we're both here?"

You nod, and give a little grin.

"Good. So should we stick around here and get drunk, or head straight to bed and fill me up with cock?"