When Marluxia’s fist connected to the bar Demyx practically jumped; or at least would’ve if the man wasn’t all over him like a 10 cent hooker. He grunted, but otherwise didn’t protest any further, especially when the drink was slid before him. With a sigh Demyx blew out the flame, taking a small sip and smiled.

"Well, at least you have good taste about things. And c’mon, at least lighten up on the weight. My arm’s falling asleep."