melodiesofeternity | Raise a Glass [OPEN]

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Raise a Glass [OPEN]

Who: The XV Cast and You!
When: June 6th
Where: Curti Center, Jiminy's Juicery (bar)
What: After saving innocents from the Dream Width, some people just need a drink.
Warnings/Notes: Alcohol consumption, possible violence, whatever people do in bars.

Their first foray into the search and rescue business in the Dream Width had been intense, to say the least. Stressful, heartbreaking, exhausting, and enlightening were other words some might use to describe the experience. After a night of rest and a day to somewhat sort things and people out, the next evening brings about a mighty need to head to the local tavern. Some drink to forget, some drink to remember, some drink to relax. There are even representatives of the Bard's Guild providing live music. You can try to make a request, but chances are they don't know your foreign songs.

Maybe you were invited by one of the excitable young men from Lucis, or maybe you came on your own. There's enough room in the bar for quite a few people, so long as they're of age. Sit right at the bar, or pull up chairs around a table, the choice is yours.

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Whatever it is, it's seriously troubling Prompto. But Ignis is not going to push him to tell him if he can't. Whatever this 'trouble' is, Ignis is sure it could be solved.

"Well, if you are sure then," he finishes off his drink and nods at the waiter to bring over another, "you won't mind having a few drinks with me? Since we're already out here."

[Decisions, decisions]
Kenichi scanned the many bottles lined up on the back of the bar. There were so many options to choose from that the bartender had asked him twice already if he wanted something. As he contemplated, he overheard one of the local's orders to the bartender. What did they call it? A thin island lemonade? That sounded interesting.

"I'll have what they just ordered and a sampler plate of your best snacks."

[Drop the bomb]
"Alright everyone, if you can hold your drink, I got something new for you!" In one hand, he holds up a tall glass half full of a dark beer and a shot glass of whiskey in the other. Cecil the moogle could not hold his head in his furry paws, unable to watch. True Kenichi had paced himself earlier but that all changed after the bartender told him he didn't know what a bomb shot was.

"Frankly, I'm disappointed you guys didn't have this until now. The trick here is as soon as you drop the shot in the glass, drink it like there's no tomorrow like THIS!" The beer froths up as soon as the shot glass drops in and Kenichi swiftly drinks it before the mixture could overflow. He slams the now empty glass on the counter.

"And that's how you drink your basic bomb shot."

[The Aftermath]
Cecil managed to convince Kenichi to finally sit down at a table. The moogle was relieved that the ex-god didn't drink himself to stupor, but he felt it wise to close his tab for the night. As he sat and watched everyone, Cecil came back with a glass of water.

"Ugh, guess that proves I can't drink like I did back home. Remind me never to order a thin island lemonade ever again. Maybe I am getting too old for this."

...he had been afraid everything would get crazy. He's had to move about and quell little problems. It's something to focus on after the terrible things happened in the dream width. He'd started to relax as the familiar action of managing others and making sure they're alright settled all his nerves. It doesn't chase away the phantom pains but, better than nothing.

Until his friend Noctis starts moving about the room and he loses track of him. "Noctis?" He pulls himself away from one small spat that had started to escalate until he cooled it down and scans the room. No unruly black hair. He catches sight of his moogle and ignores his own drunkenly recounting some adventure to someone else's moogle. "Noctis?" He tries again, slipping between tables as he tries to locate him.

He finds him rolling around on the floor like a cat. Dear God. He kneels down beside him while Wimbledon drifts by, "You know I once traded a used-" He tunes it out. "Come on, up off the floor. This isn't a safe spot with this many people drinking."

"Augh," Ignis. Really? Tonight was supposed to be a night where we didn't talk about this shit. He leans back a little, eyeing the shot he still has sitting in front of them. It'll go flat if it sits for too long, and it's mighty tempting. Especially with that brief turn.

"Don' tempt me. We got plenty back home." He says with a wide grin. "Though you'd be more glad I can't do the whole warping thing." He adds, waving it off before resting his chin in his hands as he watching Ignis start drinking the 'punishment'. Which, yeah, it basically is with how terrible it tastes. Seriously, what kind of simpleton like this swill? "Then again, with what we picked it could almost be as bad. parkour sounds like a blast right about now and I'm pretty sure that'd be a bad idea considerin' 'ow much I had. Though I don't really feel that far gone just yet? It's weird."

But then he also hasn't decided to try standing up yet, and that might change if he actually does and the room starts spinning. But for now? He's just gonna amusedly grin at Ignis as he works on drinking that cactuar piss.

"Pacing yourself will keep you from being sick when you do get there." Shiro adds, from where he'd pushed in a chair that had been left out too far. "Unless you want to get there fast and be sick the next day." He can tell with what little he knows about her that she's been off by herself in her own head.

"...if you pace yourself for a little bit I'll do a shot with you." Compromise. Even if he really shouldn't. He needs to keep his wits about him to help everyone else out. But he can't leave her off by herself either.

Noctis has no idea how he wound up on the floor. He really doesn't. But it's cool and he kinda feels a bit hot? Must have been all the cinnamon whiskey. Either way he's comfy, rolling about and somehow dodging the foot traffic for the most part as he almost giddily grins as he passes his friends unseen.

He really should have stopped after the third round he lost of sinking ship but who cares? This is fuuun.

It's only made worse by the fact he currently has his ninja asterisk equipped so not only is he unseen, his movements are unheard as well until he chuckles once or twice. It's not long after that he notices that familiar weird poof of white hair on black fuzz and buzz-cut sides. Heh. It looks like a baby white chocobo's tail feathers. Why'd he not notice that before?

"Heeey Shiro." He stops rolling and waves, which is probably the best time to really grab him so he doesn't keep rolling. "Did anyone ever tell you that your hair looks liiike schomeone stuck a baby white chocobo's butt on your head?"

The speeder slightly sags with new weight as Shiro leans his arm against it, leaning against the speeder. "I thought I heard you earlier. Doing okay out here?" He'd been in the middle of mediating between two surly drunks when Hunk tried his luck. He'd have sighed and talked to him about this sooner but. Drunks.

Why did he agree to the bar again? He pauses, breathes in and blinks. "...wait, why does the speeder smell like a bakery?"

It was going to be brought up eventually. Better sooner than later- now they have all the time to focus on the game and the drinking.

He finishes off the glass in one go, of course, and places it back down with a deep sigh, pressing a fist against his mouth for a moment. "I really... hate burping that beer brings out," he breathes out after a second. "That was awful."

Despite that- the first bottle is empty so he reaches for the new one. "No parkouring. Or blasting fire spells. Or warping." He frowns, "Just thinking about warping makes me sick and I can't even do it." Something about it makes him think of spinning at high speeds and that's not good.

...Too late to switch drinks. They already bought these beers. He needs a bit of a longer moment to set up the next glass before handing over the bottle. "Saying you're not far gone it means you're gone." Pause. "Please don't go. We barely finished one bottle." And that's just embarrassing.

He sighs. Now he'll never unsee it when he looks in the mirror. Great. "No, that's definitely a new one." Shiro reaches out to grasp Noctis's shoulder. If he doesn't get a hold on him now he'll probably lose track of him again. Then he'd have to seek him out and he doesn't have dragon sight yet. It would be like 'Where is Waldo: the lost friend edition'. No. "Let's get you to a chair. Okay?"

Maybe he can get some water into him after that. Probably a long shot but he likes to have hope. Even if he can't he can at least keep an eye on him.

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It was but it didn't mean he couldn't just sweep it back under the rug, mmkay. Tonight was supposed to be about forgetting it.

Noctis laughs. "Aw, come on Iigs... I doubt we'd get many stares fer it." Wait, huh? Okay, maybe he should slow down a little. His elbows slide a little as he groans, muttering into the table. "Switched my asterisk so I wouldn't an' left the slate at home." Just so he can't switch back to black mage. It was his last responsible move of the night. Still, he can't help but laugh a little at the idea.

"You an' half the Glaive. It's the sudden stop after the speed, I think." At least, it makes the most sense as he contemplates it. Which is somehow easier with the cool surface against his head. Huh.

He grumbles something incoherently about 'not leaving' as he sits up again in order to take the bottle from Ignis and pour a little into the glass, careful not to put in too much lest he have to drink that crap again. He then hands the bottle back over and shrugs. "You're the one who suggested it after my third shot of whiskey."

Unfortunately, the person leaning on the bar being addressed is also drunk. He's not so drunk he can't be coherent. But there's enough in him that wise decisions are not his forte. Yet, like Ignis, for all appearances he looks like he's not drunk. Wolf in sheep skin or something like that. He can't form the joke. Shiro reaches out on a whim and sets the shot glasses back up.

"Might have made better for the telling to make the gesture instead of slapping the table." He cuts his metal hand in the air in a steady and sharp motion.

It's Shiro's own fault he decided to....go with whatever that hairstyle is supposed to be. He doesn't know. Everything is spinning now that he stopped and he can almost swear he sees little yellow lights and a couple stars. Heh. Staaars.

"Huh. Weeeiiird." But then he adds, "I'dve said ish more like a cotton ball, but it feathers out a bit." Which is just weird and- oh, that's a hand on his shoulder. He sits up a little bit but the moment he does he starts to sway a little and things begin to tilt as well. Not to mention become a teensie bit blurry. Like when he'd try to get Ignis to stop working for a little bit and snag his glasses before plopping down into his lap and putting them on his own face. Frowning and pushing the slightly too-big frames up by the bridge. Heh. Specs. that just makes him think back to how Felix keeps stealing them and he laughs as it goes back full circle.

"Tell the room t' stop spinning?" He says jokingly but immediately after he just. Turns and drapes himself on the taller man. Because he's firm and not moving nearly as much. Yaaay... it's not spinning as much.

More about the hair. He isn't a self conscious sort of guy, but come on? He sighs, "Are you done?" He keeps an eye on him as Noctis sits up and shifts a little bit to steady him when he starts to sway. Shit ,he better help him up with both hands or he'll fall over. "Noct-"

Before he can finish Noctis drapes on him. He blinks and reaches up to steady him. There had been no warning or suggestion of this turn of events. So far Noctis is Wheel of Drunk, guess what happens next. At least it's progress, he guesses? "Think you can stand with me?" Or will he have to carry him. That will be bad for dignity but that doesn't seem to matter much right now.

It will tomorrow but that's for future Shiro and Noctis to deal with. Along with everything else.

The drinks are giving Ignis' mind jumpstarts and his thoughts are just going in circles, making sentences by association. If anyone asked, he wouldn't know how to explain how he got to the topic of snakes, snakes for food and neck cracking.

He watches Shiro cut through the air with rapt attention though. Pauses. Then huffs:"Sadly, my hand is little impressive." He raises it and repeats the motion, although unsteady.

"Not very intimidating."

"'Bout yours? Yeah." Because look, Shiro. Buddy. "'Cuz my best buddy's hair looks like a chocobo butt, too." Which he's said while sober, lest Shiro argue. "Igs styles his either like a godsdamned cockatrice or a very unfortunate-shaped leaf. And Gladio's a mullet. A buzz-cut mullet. You ain't got shit on the weirdness level."

He'll be so embarrassed if anyone tells him about this in the morning, but that's something for future Noct to deal with. Right now he gives absolutely zero fucks about it. He's just gonna laugh about it.

"Mmm..." He thinks about it for a second, staring at Shiro with glazed-over eyes. Thinking's kinda hard because his mind to mouth filter is so far gone it's ridiculous. "Yeah. I think so. I mean, it can't be harder than fightin' these big pink blobs with like a zillion laser eyes that hit ya with Confuse. An' I can' warp either so ya don't have to worry about me getting stucki 'n the ceilin' or anythin'."

He says this as if it's almost happened before.

He nods, thinking the problem over. As best as he can. It takes him a minute to reply as his own stately looking moogle drifts on by with a, "We were like a pack of-" He tunes it out.

"What's your usual weapon of choice?" He connects the two thoughts together. Slapping the bar is disruptive but, if they could figure something else out. The telling could be better and safer. Maybe.

His ability to think far ahead is shot to hell.

Ebony is still in a mild panic, watching Ignis' eye light up at the question.

"Dagger. Knife. Polearm." He pauses with a frown. "Anything with a sharp tip." He wants another drink but the bartender doesn't look like he wants to serve him another one.

"Neck is a fragile thing, you know," he leans over conspiratorially. "With proper aim and just a bit of strength, one can kill a person with a pen. Did you know that?"

There is so much to unpack there he doesn't even try. There's too much there. Dear god. "I remember your warping. It was really something else." He says and braces his friend. "We're going to stand in 3, 2, 1." He moves to pull himself and therefore Noctis up on 1.

Hairstyle stuff however..."My hair used to be all black. The white is...not my fault." The less said about that the better. He keeps his hands on him as he steps towards the nearest chair. "We'll take it one step at a time. Anyway, none of my friends have weird hair. We're all mostly kind of normal. Keith has a mullet but it works for him."

"Yes, actually. That doesn't change no matter the species." He leans in to speak a little lower and not scare everyone else around him. Or he tries to. However successful he is, he cares but in a vague detached way. He'll apologize later. "Most races have about the same weaknesses. You can take someone out with two cuts to the legs if you time it right." He'd survived the arena by learning the fastest ways to take out bigger and nastier opponents.

"My best used to be my hand." He taps his metal hand and flexes the fingers. No deadly hum or purple light. Probably for the best. He'd hate to ruin the bartop. "Then we ended up here and it can't activate properly. Lances and Two handed swords now. Not so bad. I still can touch the sky. Pilots need that." If he couldn't touch the sky he'd have an issue with this place. ...he could endure but he'd hate it.

Shiro glances at the bartender. There's no way they're getting more alcohol. He helpfully stacks the shot glasses so the man can take them away with little fuss.

Fer it? The slurred word makes Ignis chuckle. Then he bursts into giggles because it reminded him of Cid. And Cindy. Okay, he needs to calm down.

"Smart, very smart," Ignis says, approving. Through his fit of giggles. Ignore it. But because of them, his hand is unsteady and he just gives up on trying to pour the beer. Also shot of whiskey sounds ten times better than drinking another beer.

He leans over to Noct for a second, "I'll be right back," and picks up the bottles and gets up. He walks over to a nearby table, exchanges few words and leaves the drinks. Then goes to the bar and gets them proper drinks. Once he's back and takes a seat, he places a drink in front of Noct with a short explanation: "Shouldn't mix drinks, and I love the game, but- but I'm not drinking that slosh again."

He'll likely apologize in the morning. After the punishment for being nearly-blackout drunk. Because he never did warn anyone he can be a chatty drunk. He usually doesn't remember anything the next day.

"Should've seen the fight 'fore where the loop be-" he starts, before suddenly stopping. "Oh..." He stands up with Shiro at 'one' before leaning just a little more into him. Something in his drunken antics sobering up if only slightly as that grin fades into an almost kicked-cat look. "M'sorry," he mutters. "I didn't-"

Nope. Not going there. He may be drunk off his ass, but some part of that training he had in reading others kicks in and he stops himself. "Works for 'em, too. Doesn't mean it ain't funny."

Noctis shrugs, before bursting into a fit of laughter himself. Yeah, it does sound like Cid and Cindy, doesn't it?

He'll totally say it's on purpose later. Yep.

"Ehh," he shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck. "Is it really? I mean, I won't be able to cast fireballs but it'll be hard as hell t' navigate in the dark later. Not to mention-" He blinks. "Okay..."

He waits while Ignis walks off, poking at the remaining food on his plate before he finds himself wolfing it down. It's completely gone by the time Ignis is back and placing a drink in front of him.

"What's this?" He asks with an eyebrow raising up beyond sight behind his bangs. "Hey, you won't get any complaint from me." He likes the game, too, but... Even for beer, that was terrible. "Let's not let Ebony pick the brand next time."

He laughs at that, skipping right past that sorry like it hadn't been uttered. Noctis of all people should be relaxing tonight. "That's true. But I don't admit my best friend's hair style is funny in his hearing range. He has a mean glare and he's known me long enough he'll have something to get back at me with." Or Keith would give him a betrayed look while wondering out loud why it matters.

"Most jokes slip past him anyway. He just hasn't experienced them." He leads them over to two chairs and pulls them out with a foot, guiding his friend into one. ...if allowed to. "You should ask Hunk about the time we all had to hold up lens inside the Tel'aduv."

"Species... yes, species," Ignis repeats after Shiro, seeming to be in a deep thought. When in reality his mind wandered off to species and types of fish. Noct likes fishing. Is there a lake nearby? They should go swim.

"Humans are the weakest though," he says with a nod, watching the stack of shot glasses rise. He wants to contribute so he nudges over his own glasses. "Body-wise. We have the weakest bodies. You can train and train and train for years and then you get old and your reflexes poof away and it's all for nothing."

"Considerin' you haven't introduced me yet, I take it he isn't here." He points out surprisingly well for a guy who was just rolling around on the floor not fifteen seconds ago giggling giddy like a schoolgirl. "S' a shame tho. Should fix that if he ever shows up."

Because, Shiro. Buddy. He isn't the 114th in a line of shitposting memelords with a huge, metaphorical boner for the future for nothing. He grins slightly from one corner of his mouth, but it doesn't quite reach his glazed eyes. He sits down though without much prompting and lets go. Briefly. Before placing his head on the table in front of him and turning slightly to look up at him- all three of him. "Telu...dav...?"

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