Look at all the fucks he does not give at the raised eyebrow from the cashier. Look at them, Ignis. Oh- there's the last one, floating away into the breeze. He simply smiles and half walks, half slides his feet along with his bro.

And yeah, cheat night. 'Course he'd think of that one.

He smiles as he takes his helping, half-walk, half-sliding his feet along the ground toward where he's being led to. Huh. Nice fountain. he thinks, before taking a seat. Miraculously he's sitting up straight, though one does not simply drink away years of table etiquette in an hour. Even if there's no table and he sways very minutely with the breeze.

He's just gonna nibble on a cheese stick for now. Even though the bacon smells really really good right now.