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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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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."

For the moment, Noct's stomach is in agreement with Ignis'. He's not sure if it's the alcohol in his system or not saying this, but it tastes even better than it smelled from a distance. He hums happily, as his mouth is kinda full and something in the back of his head still says not to talk with his mouth full. No idea what, though. Can't place it. The twist is just that good and he has to remind himself not to eat too fast or he'll likely regret it.

He only finishes half of it for the moment before it dawned on him: "Should prolly get the rest to the others 'fore it gets cold..."

But it's so nice out. The struggle is real.

Ignis hums, finishing off his food a bit faster than Noct finishes his. Maybe he was just hungry more, Noct did have some snacks before Ignis joined him. He dusts off his hand and tosses the wrapper in the nearby trash (by some miracle, he doesn't miss it).

"Finish up and we will head back."

The guys should be happy they even remembered to buy something for them in their drunken state. Besides- cold cheese sticks are still goddamn good.

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