Vaan was out of money.
"Well, that's how they get you," Balthier groaned. His pockets were loaded with cash, so it was hard to believe he actually gave ashit.
They were at the biggest track in the biggest new game phenomenon in the world. Viera racing. Despite their protests that Vieras deserved equal rights, the overly sexualized clothing of the race made their claim pretty much moot. So nobody really cared what they thought.
So within months all of the Viera were imprisoned and saddled. Balthier was making a fortune off of his girlfriend, although Vaan suspected his love life had suffered. But who knows, maybe Fran was so into the new job that she had picked up a new affinity for certain postions. (ifyouknowwhatImeanlol)
Vaan however, was not doing so well. Maybe it was because he was so obsessed with Fran's sister Mjrn. Alas, though her tassles swung beautiful when she galloped, she always ended up in last place. Time after time he couldn't stop voting for her though.
It was worth it to get that hug of support at the end of the each round though. Mmmm... Mjrn. A lack of vowels in her name did not prevent her from being very smoking hot. Vaan briefly wondered why he thought that it would, then remembered that he was a fucking retard and that was why. He chuckled to himself.
Now Mjrn was approaching. "Me so sorry, Vaan, last again." She frowned.
"That's okay sweetheart." Vaan accepted her hug with joy through out his whole body. Balthier rolled his eyes, but what could he say? He was gonna get his later too.