Yep, that was Auron all right. Even the years gone by hadn't changed him that much. It was a little comforting to see him act the way that he always had -- it gave Jecht reassurance that some things, no matter how much time passed, didn't change. Even if his appearance had.

It was still the same old Auron.

The blitzer grinned happily.

As they walked inside, his friend might have been prone to ignoring the woman's welcome, but Jecht always did the exact opposite of his stoic companion. "Hey there!" he bellowed, "How's about a couple bottles'a whiskey to, uh," he turned, seeing that Auron had already made his way well across the lobby and towards a private room, "uh, to that room!" he winked at the young woman, and scurried off to their meeting place.

Inside, he swung his eyes around the place, "Kinda ya of one'a Rin joints, eh?" he thumbed his nose as he took a seat and sprawled out across it. Manners in sitting, were certainly not a skill he possessed.

His eyes grew dark then, and his voice took on a serious tone. "The kid," he said, "you got to Zanarkand, didn't you?"