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melodiesofeternity2018-06-08 08:33 pm
lordshield) wrote in melodiesofeternity2018-06-08 08:33 pm
Raise a Glass [OPEN]
Who: The XV Cast and You!
When: June 6th
Where: Curti Center, Jiminy's Juicery (bar)
What: After saving innocents from the Dream Width, some people just need a drink.
Warnings/Notes: Alcohol consumption, possible violence, whatever people do in bars.
Their first foray into the search and rescue business in the Dream Width had been intense, to say the least. Stressful, heartbreaking, exhausting, and enlightening were other words some might use to describe the experience. After a night of rest and a day to somewhat sort things and people out, the next evening brings about a mighty need to head to the local tavern. Some drink to forget, some drink to remember, some drink to relax. There are even representatives of the Bard's Guild providing live music. You can try to make a request, but chances are they don't know your foreign songs.
Maybe you were invited by one of the excitable young men from Lucis, or maybe you came on your own. There's enough room in the bar for quite a few people, so long as they're of age. Sit right at the bar, or pull up chairs around a table, the choice is yours.
[OoC: Make your own toplevel or tag around. Please put content warnings as necessary. Have fun!]
When: June 6th
Where: Curti Center, Jiminy's Juicery (bar)
What: After saving innocents from the Dream Width, some people just need a drink.
Warnings/Notes: Alcohol consumption, possible violence, whatever people do in bars.
Their first foray into the search and rescue business in the Dream Width had been intense, to say the least. Stressful, heartbreaking, exhausting, and enlightening were other words some might use to describe the experience. After a night of rest and a day to somewhat sort things and people out, the next evening brings about a mighty need to head to the local tavern. Some drink to forget, some drink to remember, some drink to relax. There are even representatives of the Bard's Guild providing live music. You can try to make a request, but chances are they don't know your foreign songs.
Maybe you were invited by one of the excitable young men from Lucis, or maybe you came on your own. There's enough room in the bar for quite a few people, so long as they're of age. Sit right at the bar, or pull up chairs around a table, the choice is yours.
[OoC: Make your own toplevel or tag around. Please put content warnings as necessary. Have fun!]
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If tossing and turning in his bed while struggling to find that sweetspot of rest was going to be the way that he spent his night, he may as well have spent it doing something more productive. Or rather, as productive as one could be when they were still wrapping their head around everything that happened to them. By this point, Cloud was fully aware of his own sense of self once more. Tomorrow he would reach out to one of the many guilds wherein Kumo told him that he could find new strength and learn more about this world and perhaps even himself.
Until then? Cloud found himself in the company of yet even more strangers. Not that it would have been the first time as the young blond stepped foot in the bar. It held a nostalgic air to it, albeit probably a little more clean compared to the 7th Heaven's residence in the slums. Having not accepted any new job for himself just yet, the man was still adorned in the military uniform of SOLDIER, though he felt a little light without any kind of equipment on him. Not that he was expecting any kind of trouble so soon.
Hopefully.
Cloud decides to sit right up at the bar, spinning only briefly in his stool as he leans against the counter with a somewhat tired look in his eyes. Whether he was here to drink to forget, to remember, to relax...the young swordsman was bound to find his answer somewhere tonight.
"I didn't take you for the drinkin' type, kupo." Cloud's mako blue gaze flickers to his companion that flutters nearby. "I'm not." But that didn't mean he couldn't. He orders a shot of something mild to start, intending to keep to himself to start the night.
[ B; "Give me something hard." ]
It's been about an hour into the night and Cloud's already into his fourth shot and single whiskey on the rocks. He's been generally quiet, gotten up to leave the bar area and sit down at a lone table, get up and do a couple of squats on the spot, but for the most part, Cloud's been talking with his companion. Currently, with only a slight slur to his tone that's otherwise coherent enough?
"What?! You mean to tell me that Moogles don't have pompoms where you're from?!"
Another sip of his drink before looking up at his partner. "Mogs. But-" "Moogles, kupo!" "M'gonna start callin' you Kumog."
"And you knew a giant stuffed Moogle?"
"Rode on a...mn. Lil' robot cat rode on top of it. Yeah."
"You have strange friends, kupo."
To that, Cloud's eyes return to the jingling ice in his glass on the table, his lips faintly curling up. "...yeah. I do."
B
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.