Poor Ebony. Poor, poor Ebony. He's too young for this madness.

Noct's about to take a sip of his new drink when Ivory huffs at them and drops another tray on the table with two glasses of water beside Noctis and takes the empty glasses from them. "You'll both thank me in the morning, kupo." she huffs once more before fluttering off and back to her own drink. Noct simply mock salutes her and nurses his. What were they talking about? Oh, right. Dinner.

"An' leave the others here?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. Because dinner does sound good but all the same... he's trying his best not to sound drunk, either as he wraps an arm around Ig's shoulder. "Iiiggy, I think we migh' wanna cut ourselves off here. 'fore there're three judgmental Amicitias on our asses." Or six. Or nine. Depends how deep in their cups they get.