Well, that had all escalated rather quickly. Noctis had been the one to bring it up in passing in general that they should probably unwind, maybe get a drink. Especially considering how rough some of the memories were. There was also the excuse of forming a sense of camaraderie between those who've been here a couple months and the fresh meat newcomers, but it really was just an excuse. At least to him.
Normally, he only drank in the privacy of his apartment, but that poor thing is like rubble now and that simply encourages him to walk up to the bar after making sure Prompto was in a more secluded part of the bar that wouldn't racket up his anxiety further. Besides, he knows how he gets a few drinks in. So he makes himself comfortable at the bar, waiting for the bartender to get to him as he looks at the selection on the shelves behind them...
II. Ninety-Nine bottles of Firagaball on the Wall...
Later in the evening already has Noctis relaxing just a little bit more relaxed as he orders his third shot of a cinnamon whiskey he found was oddly similar to one they had back home. And, after the canned coffee shenanigans his first day here? Eh, not looking a gift chocobo in the beak. He was to the point it was a kind comfort as he lightly clinks the glass on the table and downs it.
The familiar burn is so much better than the other kind of burn, if you get what he means.
"Um," says a slightly concerned Ivory, as she nurses "Shouldn't you slow down, kupo?"
Noctis only motions to the half-eaten slice of pizza on his plate in front of him. See? At least he's responsible and not drinking on an empty stomach. He's fiiine. (He's not fine everything sucked.)
III. Let's Cling Together
It's almost 23:00 judging by the clock on his slate, which his moogle just checked to be absolutely certain that he had his asterisk set to ninja instead of- "Noct-?" Wait, where did he...? "Oh, Good King's sake..."
There is a very distressed moogle looking for her royal pain of a companion, but really, she shouldn't be too worried. He can't get that far without his preternatural warping ability (thank the gods). There's also less chance of him just roll-
No, no he's just sitting at another table. And if it's with someone he knows well enough? Well, he hopes they don't mind their personal space bubble being invaded. Otherwise, he's just sitting there in his chair, eyes a bit glossed over and suddenly feeling very chatty for once. At least, about anything other than what got them here in the first place. (It's embarrassing that all he knows is ballroom dancing, mmkay.)
...Yeah okay, and if he isn't grabbed by one of the others he might just be rolling around because he's too drunk to actually parkour. Acting like a cat high on catnip. Yep.
[OOC: If there's another thing you wanna do with Noct feel free to poke me. Otherwise, I'll match your formatting. o7]
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Well, that had all escalated rather quickly. Noctis had been the one to bring it up in passing in general that they should probably unwind, maybe get a drink. Especially considering how rough some of the memories were. There was also the excuse of forming a sense of camaraderie between those who've been here a couple months and the
fresh meatnewcomers, but it really was just an excuse. At least to him.Normally, he only drank in the privacy of his apartment, but that poor thing is like rubble now and that simply encourages him to walk up to the bar after making sure Prompto was in a more secluded part of the bar that wouldn't racket up his anxiety further. Besides, he knows how he gets a few drinks in. So he makes himself comfortable at the bar, waiting for the bartender to get to him as he looks at the selection on the shelves behind them...
II. Ninety-Nine bottles of Firagaball on the Wall...
Later in the evening already has Noctis relaxing just a little bit more relaxed as he orders his third shot of a cinnamon whiskey he found was oddly similar to one they had back home. And, after the canned coffee shenanigans his first day here? Eh, not looking a gift chocobo in the beak. He was to the point it was a kind comfort as he lightly clinks the glass on the table and downs it.
The familiar burn is so much better than the other kind of burn, if you get what he means.
"Um," says a slightly concerned Ivory, as she nurses "Shouldn't you slow down, kupo?"
Noctis only motions to the half-eaten slice of pizza on his plate in front of him. See? At least he's responsible and not drinking on an empty stomach. He's fiiine. (He's not fine everything sucked.)
III. Let's Cling Together
It's almost 23:00 judging by the clock on his slate, which his moogle just checked to be absolutely certain that he had his asterisk set to ninja instead of- "Noct-?" Wait, where did he...? "Oh, Good King's sake..."
There is a very distressed moogle looking for her royal
pain of acompanion, but really, she shouldn't be too worried. He can't get that far without his preternatural warping ability (thank the gods). There's also less chance of him just roll-No, no he's just sitting at another table. And if it's with someone he knows well enough? Well, he hopes they don't mind their personal space bubble being invaded. Otherwise, he's just sitting there in his chair, eyes a bit glossed over and suddenly feeling very chatty for once. At least, about anything other than what got them here in the first place. (It's embarrassing that all he knows is ballroom dancing, mmkay.)
...Yeah okay, and if he isn't grabbed by one of the others he might just be rolling around because he's too drunk to actually parkour. Acting like a cat high on catnip. Yep.
[OOC: If there's another thing you wanna do with Noct feel free to poke me. Otherwise, I'll match your formatting. o7]