"Naaah, jus' sayin' he's worsch that me righ' now." Which is weeeiiird. How the fuck did that even happen because he's pretty sure Ignis has a higher tolerance than he does. At least that's what he'd think if he could form proper sentences but those mixed drinks are starting to hit him like whoa.

Also his young dad is a bit more solid than the room that's kinda spinning so there's gonna be a bit more leaning into the hug. "Ivy ish." He means his own moogle, who's slumped over the bar and complaining about something or another, he's not really paying attention because dad is here and he is warm and not old and that's still a little weird but hey he ain't complaining and whoa can the room stop spinning please? "No clue what, tho."

Yeah, good luck Regis. You're down to two sober moogles.