Gladio had walked in not too long ago and his eyes immediately saw Prompto downing drink after drink. Shit, this kid was skinny on a good day - even if he had eaten decently he was heading for an night of puking if he didn't slow down at least a little.
Finishing his own (third) drink, Gladio approached the freckled young man.
"Hey blondie, y'gotta slow down if you wanna really savor the drinks." Sitting near enough that he could reach over to drape an arm over slender shoulders but far enough not to be totally inside Prompto's personal space, the bigger man gave him a concerned look while signalling the bartender to send two drinks their way.
He could tell his friend was still NotOkay from earlier, and had no idea what he could offer other than his presence. "Y'wanna talk? Doesn't have to be about what happened in the house. Or what happened to make that whole thing go down. Whatever you want, Prom."
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
Finishing his own (third) drink, Gladio approached the freckled young man.
"Hey blondie, y'gotta slow down if you wanna really savor the drinks." Sitting near enough that he could reach over to drape an arm over slender shoulders but far enough not to be totally inside Prompto's personal space, the bigger man gave him a concerned look while signalling the bartender to send two drinks their way.
He could tell his friend was still NotOkay from earlier, and had no idea what he could offer other than his presence. "Y'wanna talk? Doesn't have to be about what happened in the house. Or what happened to make that whole thing go down. Whatever you want, Prom."