He was just walking by, he was several drinks in himself because his friends had been good about getting him wasted. He was a little unsteady as he disappeared into the washroom.

Prompto saw Cloud when he came back and blinked at him a few times, playing with his glass.

"Hey." He was too drunk to be nervous. "You're by yourself." It was an observation. He pointed at the group. "You didn't want to come drink with us?"

It wouldn't matter if they knew him or not, they'd all put several drinks away.