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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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.

There is no arguments about the puns. He's in too good a mood right now to do so. Though he really, really is gonna have regrets in the morning for it. One of them being that mysterious hangover cure and how much he won't even argue, but down it without complaint once the nausea passes.

Noct hums for a second but pauses. "Really? Huh." He pauses again, aaand... "Then again I haven't been in this good a mood in a while. Not to mention drank. It's been what, four? Five months? Whoa, no wonder I'm woozier than usual."

Yep. Definitely a good thing that Ignis is steadying him. At least he's aware of his slight swaying because of the physical contact?

"It's usually Specs or Ignis," Ignis confirms. There's an Iggy thrown in here and there but not as often. The drinks are probably the reason why Noct's tongue got rather loose on talking. It's making Ignis smile.

"Hmm, I think it's been a bit longer than that." He tries to remember but the drinks they had are making Ignis' memory woozy as well. At least he's still stable on his feet- he catches Noct as he sways away and straightens him, hand moving from shoulder to his waist to keep him steady.

"Easy there, Noct."

"Mm... Whatever you say, Sergean' no Specs." It's a tease, and one he doesn't normally do unless someone's missing their glasses (don't worry, Ignis; they aren't gone again). But they had just been talking about nicknames and he may or may not be smirking a little until he feels that hand pull him a little closer. Oh. That's a thing.

"Thanks," he says quietly, leaning back into Ignis' side and- is that nuzzling? Yep. Definitely nuzzling. Though it pauses for a moment when he fondly adds, "Miss that apartment." Not sad yet. Just fond memories of all the drunken antics. But, they made it. So he's just gonna let Iggy handle it. He is waaay too out of it right now.

"I believe the specs are still on my face," Ignis laughs and gives Noct a playful hair ruffle. Noct is drunk, he shouldn't care much about his hair, right? He does fix it up a bit so it's not as if he held onto an electric wire.

"Mn." The mention of the apartment brings a bit of a sad smile to Ignis' face."I do too. It had a wonderful view in the evening. The sunsets looked glorious," he says quietly, the image of the apartment and tall windows with red, yellow and dark blue streaks in the sky.

Their arrivals stops Ignis from reminiscing about days and evenings spent at Noct's apartment to buy the bacon... twirls? He also gets some cheese sticks because he can see them steaming- taken out of the oven barely minute ago. Perfect.

After paying, he turns to Noct:"Would you like to eat now or at the bar? I can see a bench over there."

"Yeah, for now," he laughs, trying to bat away that hand but doesn't really succeed. He also doesn't mind the hair ruffle as much as he would otherwise, but he does pout at his older brother as Ignis fixes his hair a little.

Which also means he caught that sad look in Iggy's eyes and nuzzles into his side once more. And stays there as he purchases the bacon twirls and cheese sticks.

Iggy why you make him choose when he and good life choices are divorced right now?

"Fresh air's nice," he mumbles, like he's still thinking about it. Then he leans into Ignis again. Well then.

And that's a raised eyebrow from the cashier that both Ignis and Noct are getting at all the nuzzling and clinging. But nothing was said because they more than just look that they are drunk. Despite the cool air, Ignis' cheeks still feel heated.

But yes- there are no good life choices for tonight. Today is, what do they call it, a 'cheat night'?

"Then the bench it is," Ignis says, smiling, and hands over Noct's food, then leads both of them toward the bench near a fountain. There are few people still walking around but it's otherwise quiet and calm. He makes sure Noct sits down first, without falling over, then takes a seat close to him.

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.

If Ignis didn't have as much as he did, he'd probably do care a little. But, he too, has zero fucks to give right now. Because bacon. The bacon twist smells good and he doesn't want to waste time while it smells so good.

"Hm?" Ignis looks over, nudging Noct with his shoulder gently. "You are starting with a cheese stick? I thought you wanted the bacon."

You're making your advisor look bad. Get on that bacon twist Noct.

Noct had only torn off a tiny piece, because he wanted to see how it was while it was still warm when—

"Huh?" Oh. Right. The bacon. "But it's warm..."

Yet he relents easily and nibbles on the bacon twist instead. Someone's a little weak to a certain older brother figure while drunk.

"Both are warm. They are the best that way," Ignis says, taking a bite of his own food. Six, this feels like a blessing to his stomach that was trying to process all that mixed alcohol from earlier.

And Noct isn't the only one who has a soft spot for the other.

"I bought the cheese sticks in case the twist is not enough."

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