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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Prompto's entire experience with being drunk at the moment, was miserable. He was in a bad mood, a miserable one, and filled with a disgusting level of self-pity and hate and maybe he shouldn't drink.

However, it was far too late for that, because he was drunk.

He didn't have time to ruminate when Noctis sat down beside him.

"Hey Noct." Prompto smiled, because his best friend never failed to get a smile out of him.

Noctis noticed the long look on his best buddy's face, so after he got back from his Grand Adventure™ with Ignis and their quest for bacon, he excuses himself and leaves Iggy to Gladio, who.... might be as drunk as they are. Whoops.

Ah well, he and good decisions broke up a while ago, so he just silently makes his way over and plops himself down beside him, placing the wrapped package of pork product in front of his bestie and leans in close. Placing his own in the table in front of him.

"Heyyy Prom," he smiled back, nudging the thing to him. "Speccy and I got bacon buns. Figured you'd want one."

"Shouldn't..." Prompto admitted, but he was also drunk and hadn't eaten anything like a responsible person. It smelled good too, but really, he knew better. If he ate it, he was going to regret it.

"Looks so good though." He hesitated a moment before shrugging, fuck it, and began unwrapping it.

"I can hate myself more tomorrow." He muttered under his breath. "Thanks Noct."

"'Ey Ivy," he calls out to his drunken moogle. Ivory lifts her head up from the bar briefly, and he points at Prompto. She grumbles something and talks to the bartender about before they produce two glasses of clear liquid. Tall glasses. Which she very wobbly carries over to their table then just... drunkenly passes out on the table next to theirs. He'd feel bad if she didn't drink on an empty stomach, too.

As Gladio would put it: Wuss.

Noct pushes one of the glasses over to Prompto (don't worry, it's just water) before unwrapping his own.

Prompto smiled gratefully at the moogle and took a big drink from the water glass. "I was thirsty but, they said they wouldn' give me more alcohol."

He'd had a lot more than Noct might think, perhaps. But it was settling a little bit.

The bun looked so good, smelled amazing and he took a big bite.

"Where'd you get this?"

"That's rough, buddy," he teased with a slight smirk that was more a smile if anything. He had a bit more than Ignis realized, too, before they started mixing drinks and he's kinda a lightweight. Were it not for the water he'd been drinking earlier he'd probably be passed out on the floor right now.

"Dun remember which way, but 's a few blocks from here." Yeah. He was kinda. Yeah. He's gonna take a good couple gulps of water. "Kinda just followed our noses."

But yep, it did look really good. So he tore off a little bit and stuffed it in his mouth. Mm, pork fat. Igs had the right idea about looking for this.

Prompto made an agreeable noise, but it's okay, he probably shouldn't drink anymore and really what was better than bacon right now?

"Man this is good."

He could practically melt over it and he sighed a little. "I wanna do over on today. Can we?"

Noct nodded, a note of agreement escaping his mouth at the assessment of their find. "Yeah," he said, between bites. Because even when drunk off his ass, he just can't help something that was drilled into him since he was a kid: table manners.

Well, some of 'em. He might be relatively close to just leaning on his best bud.

"Hm?" He looked at Prompto, glazed over eyes trying to study him a bit because what? He swallowed his current bite before turning to face him fully. Arm resting on the tablle in order to help stabilize him. Well, as much as his drunk ass could. "Did somethin' happen?"

Talk to him, buddy.

Prompto hadn't had the same elegant upbringing, unfortunately, but he wasn't too terrible. Ignis had corrected him at some point in their shared past and he was much better about his manners. At least if he needed to say something, he covered his mouth.

"Yeah, but it's not like, important."

It was, incredibly so, but he didn't want to get people upset on his behalf. It wasn't worth all of that, and he wasn't impressive like Clarus. He was just him.

"I mean, anyway, not that bad. Shouldn't matter."

Noctis frowned at that answer, before scooting his seat just a little closer to Prompto. Enough that their elbows could brush up against each other. Bacon bun forgotten, his drunken brain solely focused on his best friend.

"You're important to me," he put a lot of effort into each word to make sure he didn't slur, before placing a hand on Prom's shoulder. "If it's enough to bother you, it matters."

"It's okay, I just..." He pulled his hand down his face with a sigh heavily.

"Not everyone is you guys. I know that. I should know that. I kind of forgot." Prompto babbled without really explaining anything.

"You've spoiled me. Not everyone thinks a Niff is okay to have around."

Noctis sat there, listening for a while as he tried to piece together what the hell Prompto is trying to say because he's rambling and rambling only pieces a few things together. Especially in their current state like what the fuck is he even-?

"Whoa, slooow down there buddy." He knows his name literally translates into quicksilver from Old Lucian but come on, man. Work with him a little. "Who thinks that?"

It doesn't really matter if he answered that, though. Mostly because Noct's hand then slid to Prompto's other shoulder as he gently pulled the chocobutt into a hug. "And I haven't spoiled you. You're one of us."

Prompto sighed softly and moved wherever Noct wanted him to and he slid his arms around Noctis' back, hugging him properly.

"I know. Not everyone is gonna think that. I know that. I should know that."

No matter what, he'd never looked like a Lucian. That didn't matter so much, because he was a Lucian. No one could argue with the king about his citizenship.

"Lord Ami-Amici-" He was too drunk for this. "Clarus. Thinks I'm going to hurt you. Or supposed to hurt you or-" He sighed. "He saw my memory."

Noctis pulled him into a proper hug, nuzzling into the side of his head as he gently rubbed his back. Prompto was still rambling, so he just... let him. Better to get it out of his system than let it fester. At least that's what his drunk brain was telling him.

"It won't matter back home," he whispers, trying to soothe him the best he could. Whether he lived to see that daylight... his fingers gripped onto the back of Prompto's shirt a little tighter, almost as if afraid he'd be back out there, in those memories. But Prompto is solid. He had to consciously remind himself of that and focus on the fact that they're both present and accounted for. "And he shouldn't here, either. We're all aliens in a fo-" fuck it "-strange world."

One that was so much like theirs and yet so, so different. Away from most of what they knew yet still had a few things that were familiar. Not including each other.

His grip only adjusted and grew a little tighter when Prompto finally spat it out. He was too drunk to not start a bar fight or something so instead he just. Sat there, gently nudging Prompto to sit on his lap as he tried to comfort him the best he possibly could while intoxicated. "Clar... He bugged you about it?" He asked, quietly, not sounding like he was going to do anything drastic (yet), just clarifying. Because he saw it, too. Even without being told about it first, that... wasn't something one simply asked about.

He'd have to write himself a note, later. Just in case. Or have Ebony do it. Ivory's kinda out of commission right now.

"I know we are." Prompto said softly, but that hadn't meant he'd never heard people talk. He ignored them, but he still heard it. He knew what some people thought about people like him. Especially MTs, and he understood, but that didn't mean that it didn't hurt.

He wasn't thinking much, and he went where Noctis wanted him to, and if he wanted him to sit on his lap, he could do that. It was a little easier to hug and cling to him like that, admittedly.

"Yeah. He was mad. He wants to know what my orders are. What I'm supposed to get near you for. What happened after. And I couldn't tell him anything. Noct, those things hurt. I don't-" He swallowed.

"Gladio interrupted and made him let go of me." He rubbed his arm where Clarus grabbed him but he didn't think there would be a mark there.

He was about to say something but then Prompto was in his lap and unloading his pain on him. And, like his typical self, he just absorbed it until he mentioned that Clarus layed a hand on him.

"He fuckin' interrogated you?" Clarus. Who'd been there when he'd been given his Crownsguard uniform? Clarus, the big unbearable jerk who woke all of them up for training in the morning? He saw a little bit of red in his vision, but he didn't let go. If anything, it made him more determined to make sure his best bud was alright.

"...Shiva bless that big lug," he breathed out, going back to gently rubbing Prompto's back. He had the best Shield ever and he'd fight people over that, too. "I'll talk to 'em tomorrow," he promised. "Just talk."

No arguing. No punches thrown unless it came down to it but he doubted it. Their family was sworn to protect his so he could vaguely see why... were he sober. But it's Prompto. The big fucking nerd who was too shy to even approach him for eight years or so after they'd first met. Who had a hard time opening up to others and somehow wormed his way into all of their hearts. Was the glue that kept them together after Altissia, his best friend and if Clarus couldn't see that, then...

Yeah. Definitely talking to him when not suffering a hangover.

"A l-little!" Prompto answered, the nerves coming from the fact he didn't want them to fight over him. He wasn't worth that much, he knew that they were close to Noctis' family. "He wanted to but I couldn't-" He breathed. "I didn't want to answer his questions. I know that wasn't helping but Noct I can't tell him how I felt. I can't tell him the Chancellor-" His voice caught. "What he did."

He sucked in a breath. "He only grabbed me because I tried to leave. I didn't want to talk about it, I was already...I was trying to centre myself when he came in. I just..." He hated admitting that he was so weak and anxious and needed to do thinks to improve his mental health. He should be stronger.

He hugged him a little tighter, breathing warm against his neck, like they were in bed in the morning when he woke up, Noctis was that close. He wasn't entirely sure when this happened. He liked it.

"Yeah, he saved my ass, but I don't think that makes Clarus feel better. I wouldn't hurt you Noct. I'm not a spy. I promise."

"Shh... I know, Prom." Noctis answered, still rubbing his back. "I know." He affirmed. Had a hard time talking about his own time; his little one-on-one time with their 'favorite' Chancellor. And Shiro saw some of it. They all saw some of it.

"If you need to, hide in our room." He said quietly, because that meant there would be a door between him and Clarus. "And I'm not gonna fight him, Prom. Just clear the air a bit." He knew Prompto didn't want anyone fighting over him. Knew his self-worth was even worse than before. Which was why he was gonna be sure not to escalate it if he could help it. For the sake of everyone in the housing district.

He pulled away just a little, so he could look into Prom's glazed over eyes with his own and brush his cheek with his thumb.

... They were close again, and that warm breath on his neck was-

He gently pressed his lips onto Prom's forehead. It ok, bb bro. He's got you.

Prompto nodded a little bit. "Yeah, thanks." He smiled a little at the thought of hiding. "I will, if I need to, I just-" He sucked in a breath. "It was my mistake. I thought I'd be okay on the couch, I just..."

Part of the problem was Clarus infiltrated his personal space and he felt a little more unsafe in the house, when someone could just sneak up on him. His room would be better, it would just be Noct after all.

The brushing of his thumb against his cheek made him stop speaking, he was just staring at Noctis. If he weren't so intoxicated, he'd be panicking. Why were they sitting like this, looking at each other?

Noctis might, in that case, find out how he felt and he'd been so good and constantly stomping down on those until they were gone. Until everything was as innocent as it ever had been.

"Noctis." He breathed his name slightly, and then his lips were on his forehead and he mentally berated himself. He was reading into things again, wasn't he?

If he remembered this conversation in the morning, he'll take steps to help make the place feel safe for Prompto again. They all kind of needed that after the hell they went through.

There was just two tiny problems with that. And one of them was currently sitting on his lap and he was not able to really think straight. He pulled away at the sound of his name, looked Prompto in the eye...

Eh, screw it.

...and suddenly found his lips meeting Prompto's. In a crowded bar. Which would scream scandal if this were at home but they're in a quiet corner and no one should be looking over here and he really gives zero fucks about it because the alcohol's talking over common sense.

Edited 2018-06-12 22:22 (UTC)

Those were concerns, definitely, but Noctis did probably the only thing he could do to completely distract him.

Noctis kissed him.

Prompto responded instinctively, returning the kiss and moving his hand to the back of Noctis' head, just for a moment he could be selfish and enjoy the kiss.

What other problems?

This was incredibly unexpected, for so many reasons, but it wasn't at all unwelcome, and hopefully this he would remember, even if they were just drunk and probably doing something stupid and meaningless, no matter how much that would hurt later.

Being drunk meant he was making less than ideal decisions, he could deal with the fallout later.

Well, that happened. He might regret it in the morning but it happened, and Prompto was kissing him back. Not to mention it got Prompto to stop thinking about the pain that was what happened.

Then again he's kinda wondering what they were talking about a couple seconds ago, himself.He can't think straight. At all. Aside from how Prompto's lips feel against his and those fingers on the back of his head, tangling into his hair...

...

After Six knows how long, he pulled back. Slowly. Not red in the face from something other than the alcohol, nope. No idea what you're talking about. He'd kiss more but the room's starting to spin so maybe more isn't the smartest of ideas so he's just. Gonna lay his head on Prompto's shoulder. Yep. Totally the best plan.

It was intoxicating in its own way, the soft strands of hair in his hand, those lips he'd wanted to feel pressed against his, it was better than he could have imagined. A few minutes of kissing, or longer, he couldn't be sure, Noct was pulling back, but leaning in to rest on his shoulder.

Prompto sucked in a breath, cheeks red and flushed from a blush. He was never going to get over the blushing at this rate.

He didn't know what to say to this, so instead he ran his fingers through Noct's hair, still comfortably on his lap, even though that had to be heavy. Perhaps he shouldn't say anything at all, only they couldn't sit there forever, they had to make it back home somehow.

Noctis wouldn't have minded kissing him more but room spinning. Not a good idea. Also Prompto is warm and he likes warm. It's comfy and he doesn't mind the weight on him. That's also comfy and what are sentences? What's words?

He mumbled something incoherent. Most likely something about what just happened before he adds, just a little more clarity: "...prolly finish our meal 'n' go..."

But that involves letting go and he doesn't want Prom to be sad again.

He just relaxed in Noctis' arms, holding onto him with a little sigh, breath warm against his neck again. "Yeah. Yeah, probably."

Prompto thought they should say something about what just happened, but he couldn't string the words together.

He didn't want to let go for the moment either, and he embraced him for a moment or two before he leaned back a little, reaching for his bun.

He couldn't reach it so he shrugged. "Or...we can jus' go home. Somehow."

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