melodiesofeternity | Raise a Glass [OPEN]

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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.

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"Not the best taste, I agree," Ignis says with an amused smile while he refills the glass. "But drinking anything else in full glass amount at this speed would send us to the hospital." Because of the alcohol poisoning.

He fixes a new glass and goes first this time since Noct was first last round. Gently, he pours a little and hands the bottle over.

Noct grumbles because it's true, but he won't argue any farther than that. Because he's starting to think maybe opening his mouth isn't the best idea-

"Can't argue there." He really can't, and it's a fact he wouldn't be able to argue while sober, either. So instead he just takes the bottle and pours a little in as well. Though it does bob slightly, it's not nearly enough to cause the shot glass to sink.

"Kinda surprised you suggested this." Because, you know. The whole 'usually serious business' thing. It's almost like they forgot what fun was after... Nope, fuck it; he is not going to be a sad drunk tonight. "Started to think you forgot what fun was unless it involved ploys to get your glasses back from Felix."

With a bit of alcohol in him, Ignis' mind-to-mouth coordination became a bit loose. And what he would probably never bring up and leave it buried as a happy memory that will never repeat because of circumstances, gets actually brought up. Because Ignis is actually very sentimental and treasures all memories they had together.

"I haven't forgotten. But, sadly, it has been pushed to a second plan due to our circumstances," Ignis says, eyeing the drink. "... both here and back home." And with that Prophecy hanging above their heads like a guillotine, it's hard to think of anything else.

He tips the bottle a bit too much and ends up sinking the shot glass. He tsks loudly and leans back. "Luckily," Ignis says as he picks up the glass to drink his 'punishment', "we don't have access to pots and pans here." With a chuckle, he drinks up.

"Augh," Ignis. Really? Tonight was supposed to be a night where we didn't talk about this shit. He leans back a little, eyeing the shot he still has sitting in front of them. It'll go flat if it sits for too long, and it's mighty tempting. Especially with that brief turn.

"Don' tempt me. We got plenty back home." He says with a wide grin. "Though you'd be more glad I can't do the whole warping thing." He adds, waving it off before resting his chin in his hands as he watching Ignis start drinking the 'punishment'. Which, yeah, it basically is with how terrible it tastes. Seriously, what kind of simpleton like this swill? "Then again, with what we picked it could almost be as bad. parkour sounds like a blast right about now and I'm pretty sure that'd be a bad idea considerin' 'ow much I had. Though I don't really feel that far gone just yet? It's weird."

But then he also hasn't decided to try standing up yet, and that might change if he actually does and the room starts spinning. But for now? He's just gonna amusedly grin at Ignis as he works on drinking that cactuar piss.

It was going to be brought up eventually. Better sooner than later- now they have all the time to focus on the game and the drinking.

He finishes off the glass in one go, of course, and places it back down with a deep sigh, pressing a fist against his mouth for a moment. "I really... hate burping that beer brings out," he breathes out after a second. "That was awful."

Despite that- the first bottle is empty so he reaches for the new one. "No parkouring. Or blasting fire spells. Or warping." He frowns, "Just thinking about warping makes me sick and I can't even do it." Something about it makes him think of spinning at high speeds and that's not good.

...Too late to switch drinks. They already bought these beers. He needs a bit of a longer moment to set up the next glass before handing over the bottle. "Saying you're not far gone it means you're gone." Pause. "Please don't go. We barely finished one bottle." And that's just embarrassing.

It was but it didn't mean he couldn't just sweep it back under the rug, mmkay. Tonight was supposed to be about forgetting it.

Noctis laughs. "Aw, come on Iigs... I doubt we'd get many stares fer it." Wait, huh? Okay, maybe he should slow down a little. His elbows slide a little as he groans, muttering into the table. "Switched my asterisk so I wouldn't an' left the slate at home." Just so he can't switch back to black mage. It was his last responsible move of the night. Still, he can't help but laugh a little at the idea.

"You an' half the Glaive. It's the sudden stop after the speed, I think." At least, it makes the most sense as he contemplates it. Which is somehow easier with the cool surface against his head. Huh.

He grumbles something incoherently about 'not leaving' as he sits up again in order to take the bottle from Ignis and pour a little into the glass, careful not to put in too much lest he have to drink that crap again. He then hands the bottle back over and shrugs. "You're the one who suggested it after my third shot of whiskey."

Fer it? The slurred word makes Ignis chuckle. Then he bursts into giggles because it reminded him of Cid. And Cindy. Okay, he needs to calm down.

"Smart, very smart," Ignis says, approving. Through his fit of giggles. Ignore it. But because of them, his hand is unsteady and he just gives up on trying to pour the beer. Also shot of whiskey sounds ten times better than drinking another beer.

He leans over to Noct for a second, "I'll be right back," and picks up the bottles and gets up. He walks over to a nearby table, exchanges few words and leaves the drinks. Then goes to the bar and gets them proper drinks. Once he's back and takes a seat, he places a drink in front of Noct with a short explanation: "Shouldn't mix drinks, and I love the game, but- but I'm not drinking that slosh again."

Noctis shrugs, before bursting into a fit of laughter himself. Yeah, it does sound like Cid and Cindy, doesn't it?

He'll totally say it's on purpose later. Yep.

"Ehh," he shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck. "Is it really? I mean, I won't be able to cast fireballs but it'll be hard as hell t' navigate in the dark later. Not to mention-" He blinks. "Okay..."

He waits while Ignis walks off, poking at the remaining food on his plate before he finds himself wolfing it down. It's completely gone by the time Ignis is back and placing a drink in front of him.

"What's this?" He asks with an eyebrow raising up beyond sight behind his bangs. "Hey, you won't get any complaint from me." He likes the game, too, but... Even for beer, that was terrible. "Let's not let Ebony pick the brand next time."

He takes a sip of the new drink and sighs in relief despite it burning his throat. This has some taste in it compared to that beer. It's never going to be the same as the one he had back home but it will do its thing.

"...where were we? Ah-" Ignis leans forward again- "You were saying something about... casting fireballs." He shakes his head.

"Whiskey, since you were drinking that. That beer is awful, but thank you Ebony, you tried." The confused moogle gets pat on his head.

"So, Noct." Ignis clears his throat, trying not to sound drunk, "We should go get dinner."

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.

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None of the Moogles deserve this madness.

If Ignis didn't have as much alcohol in him as he did, he'd remember to thank Ivory. But- he'll repay her in the morning with pancakes for her kupo nut butter. Right now, he's too distracted by Noct, the way he clings to him and the thought of food.

"We can always come back," Ignis says, head leaned in for a 'very secret discussion'. In actuality, it feels a bit heavy and he wants to lean it against anything. Pillow would be the smartest, but he's hungry. "Come back to not have, mm, not have the entire Amicitia lineage after our asses," he agrees.

"I just really, really want some bacon."

Part of him knows this is a bad idea. A really, really bad idea. Because who knows where they could end up in their current state. It's that teeny tiny voice that gets drowned out by another gulp of whiskey as he first finishes the shot that was sitting out for longer.

"Mm, now you're speakin' my language," he hums, grinning what he thinks is a devious smirk but he's too far gone. Because bacon sounds really, really good right about now. And it's OK Ignis, he wants to lean his head against something, too. Which is likely why he suddenly starts nuzzling instead of just clinging.

And tonight, all of those at the bar learn that he's an affectionate drunk.

"Les go after we finish these." He means the water. Mostly. The whiskey's also tempting.

Well, they won't get too far. Hopefully. Also maybe they will run into someone on the street! Have them join for some greasy, delicious bacon. The more he thinks about it, more hungry he is. The only problem is- Ignis can't remember where he saw that delicious bacon before coming to the bar.

"Was I not before?" Ignis mutters slowly, his head now leaning on top of Noct's. Feels nice. If he weren't hungry, he wouldn't mind staying here and dozing off for a moment, or two, or three. "Was I... speaking Old Lucian again?" ...he knows some very good swear words in Old Lucian.

He eyes the glass with water and knows that it will be bad if he doesn't drink it. Oh well.

Hopefully. And even if they do someone's bound to follow them. Can't let a king out of their sights when they're this far gone. But, bacon. They can probably follow their noses to it.

"Pfffhahahaha!" If he was sober he'd probably feel bad about laughing so close to Ignis' ear. But he's not, and lightly bangs on the table with his fist. "Naaah, and Iiiiiigs. I speak it, too re- remember?" He grins before nuzzling again. Mm This feels nice and he's getting a bit sleepy but all the same, food. Food is needed. "Schtop takin' it so literally."

Whoa. Okay yeah, water sounds really good right now. He's just gonna push one glass close to Iggy and take the other, before taking three big gulps from his.

Ignis will probably never forgive himself for letting himself go loose so much like he did tonight. But... he needed it. He really needed it, he needed to spend time with Noct and just talk to him about anything and everything, it didn't matter.

Noct's laugh makes Ignis peer down at him and he laughs as well. What? Laughing is contagious. "I thought you hated Old Lucian. Mmm, what was that song we used to sing in Old Lucian? Something about..." Ignis drums his fingers on the table, trying to find a rhythm,
"The old Lady Mirla She Jumped In the Fira
The Fira was so hot she jumped in the pot
The Pot was so black she jumped in the crack
The Crack was so high she jumped to the sky~"

Again, he eyes the offered water, but this time reaches out and takes a good sip (almost half of the glass) before settling back down.

They both did, and the only thing he'll regret is the headache in the morning. And nausea. Also the sun, but that goes without saying. He finds himself swaying to the beat, his entire body moving along to it as he sings along, that laugh still in his voice.

"Ahh, yeah. Still hate it." The grammar rules are so godsdamned convoluted and he's pretty sure there's a couple natives that are now staring at them like they have a third eye or something but he literally does not give a damn. He just grins and chugs a bit more of the water as his body stops swaying.

"th' song still makes no godsdamned sense either," he chuckles, setting the glass down. It's completely drained, and if he was paying attention, he'd likely have noticed Ivory giving an approving nod. Despite wondering what language they were just singing in.

Noct's swaying to the beat makes Ignis smile and he wishes so dearly he remembers the rest of the song. But it's fucking too damn long and he's too damn drunk. Still- very happy Noct remembers it. Despite it being in Old Lucian, it's cute.

"I think everyone dislikes Old Lucian. Except for people that have too much free time on their hand to spend hours translating," Ignis says with a sigh.

When Ignis finishes his glass of water, he feels a bit more refreshed. And even more determined to find that bacon. Also maybe baked potatoes, fries, whichever. Why is he so damn hungry and why is everything he craves greasy? His body will despise him in the morning.

"So? How about we hunt down that bacon? Maybe buy and bring it with us for others. Gladio likes bacon."

How could he NOT remember at least some of it when it was drilled into their heads from such a young age? The rest of it could jump into that Fira spell with old lady Mirla.

"Ugh, no kidding. Wouldn't wanna get suck in their heads for an afternoon. Or even fifteen minutes really, because seriously. Who does that? It's old. No one uses it except for in the tombs. And the grammar rules make zero sense when you're used to modern Lucian and even Common Eosian. Like, what the fuck were they even thinking with some of it?" Oh dear. He's started rambling. Quick, distract him with-

Yep. Greasy foods. That'll do it just fine. "Sure, let's go. Pretty sure Prompto could use something. He's been sulking in the corner all night and hasn't spoken to anyone but Cor? I know he's usually a wallflower but that usually loosens up a bit after the first two drinks."

He's on a mission now and it involves getting the sunshine bro to beam again. "Let's go before the world starts spinnin' or something."

Ignis swears he's heard this rant before- identical or almost identical. And he can't do anything but agree. Old Lucian, while it sounds fancy and important, it's very impractical. It's why no one uses it anymore.

"I think I saw one stand that is open 24 hours just a few blocks down. I think they had bacon sandwiches or something similar." It's probably the thing he smelled on his way here and ended up craving.

He stands, somehow managing to keep his balance and waits for Noct- just in case he's wobbly and close to falling over. He had more drinks than Ignis.

He more than likely had and Noct is too far gone to remember if he's given this rant before. Regardless it's still 100% true and he'll fight anyone who disagrees.

"Hm... think I know where you're talkin' about. Wasn't it bacon bread twists?" Which was even better in his drunken mind, though his body is definitely going to hate him later. He stands, swaying a little bit before he shakes his head in an effort to shrug it off. Yeah. Might be a good idea to probably try and steady him a little. It hasn't fully hit him yet but it might relatively soon. "I also remember there being curry nearby and maybe some sort of noodle? But bacon wins."

Ugh, who let the giant pink slimy blobs with a bajillion laser eyes in and out of the bar and when'd he get hit by them?

Ignis catches Noct for his upper arm to steady him, despite not being the steady himself. "Yes, that place. I wonder if they aren't sold out." The night seems very lively after all, a lot of people are out. Also, curry and noodles are too messy for drunk people. It is lucky Ignis is currently fascinated with bacon bagels instead of wanting to hold chopsticks.

Despite the brightness of city lights, the fresh night air feels good. Clearing up Ignis' mind a little.

"Refreshing, after hours in the overly crowded bar," Ignis says with a sigh.

He's not that hard to catch, thankfully. Also seems ti just... gravitate toward the older man. "I hope not. Then we'd be dough'n for." Oh dear, he's getting punchy. And punny without any sort of provocation. RIP him in the morning.

Though the cooler air does help a little, he's probably going to lean a little on Ignis the entire way. "Yeah. ...Has it been that long?" Because, again, he left his slate at home.

Ignis keeps a hand on Noct's back to keep him steady. And- he seems to be in a way too good of a mood to pull puns at Ignis. He chuckles:"Then lettuce go and see what we can find."

With Noct leaned on him, it's easier to keep an eye on him and keep him from stumbling. Ignis' hand moves to rest on Noct's shoulder as they slowly make they way down the street. "Not sure... I think we've been in the bar for an hour or two."

Noctis groans at the returned pun. Not because it was bad, mind - but he has a feeling there's going to be a lot of greens in his future after tonight. But that's just a nagging little thought in the back of his head at the moment, drowned out by the promise of bacon.

"Hmm..." Yeah, fuck it. The sun certainly went down by the time they left so it could be that long. Maybe even longer, if he were thinking straight. Which, he purposely isn't. At least that heavenly aroma is getting stronger. "Think we might be in luck, Speccy."

If he did argue about it, Ignis would just say that he started it. And yes, there are greens sprouting in the future. The mysterious hangover cure that Ignis is so adept at mixing. Every hungover person at their house will thank him.

Right now, the smell of bacon is very alluring. Veggies will wait until tomorrow. "Hmm, indeed." Pause. "Huh. You didn't call me Speccy in quite some time," Ignis glances at Noct.

Raise a Glass [OPEN]

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when you expect something serious to come out but then it's just food talk

happens all the tiiime

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