Raise a Glass [OPEN]

[lordshield]

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!]

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She is totally welcome to

[spaceforged]

“‘m not sleeping.” Bullshit. He had been checking out and drifting down towards blissful unconsciousness. He sighs and pushes himself up, flicking his hair out of his eyes. The movements are sluggish compared to his usual speed. Shiro glances at her and squints at the bar around them. “No one tried to start anythin?”

He pauses, repeats himself because the previous words hadn’t been in English. “I hate being drunk. Not worth it.” He feels like if he gets up he’s going to make friends with the floor. He makes a face and sighs. “Help me up?”

[carnageandclass]

"Your speech says otherwise." She retorts, raising an eyebrow and finishing her iced tea. Someone has to stay sober among the group even with the bad but she's a little curious at his movements. Most people won't openly admit that they're drunk or ask if there is anything like a battle so it does make her wonder if he has a high tolerance of the substance.

"Of course, darling. As long as it helps you not fall on the floor face first." Camilla smiles as she hoists one arm of Shiro's on her shoulder and grabs him by the belt loops of his pants, holding him steady. Better this way than her carrying him bridal style.

[spaceforged]

He keeps his trap shut until he’s on his feet. She had lifted him up so easily and he recalls how she had piloted. And the monster fight to save Chocobos. He keeps himself upright with a hand on her arm and watching where his feet are. It’s enough he catches that a bar fight is stirring like a beast rising from slumber.

He considers if he has enough sense to be able to fix that. Considering he’d been nearly asleep that says no in his book. He blinks, sighs, and speaks up. “Could you help me get home? Need to sleep this off.” His tolerance is pretty high. Being an experiment for aliens and drugged a lot helps with that. He snorts at his own thoughts.

“Not laughin at you. My head.” That makes no sense but, he doesn’t think to clarify. “B 02. Red wings jut up right above. Black. Lion you saw in my memory.”

[carnageandclass]

Nope, you are not stopping any fights right now, young man.

"Well, you have enough sense to ask." She chuckles herself as she plays the guide along with PomPom taking the rear, keeping any eyes out for a potential crossfire situation. But no one really wants to get hit with a beer bottle nor does anyone want to have Camilla chuck it at their head if it gets in their way. But then the directions almost confuse her because that didn't just describe a house.

"Wait, your lion comrade found itself here as well?"

[spaceforged]

“‘ ‘eah.” He pauses as if to break up one of the fights now in motion and decides against it. He asked her to take him home and that is where he is going. “I know better than to linger when I’m passin out.” And slurring his words. That is always a bad sign. It isn’t the passing out that’s the problem.

It’s his second wind. Shiro narrows his eyes at someone jumping up on the table. Their bottle that had been heading towards someone else’s head pauses. He gets sized up as he walks by. Don’t try it buddy.

His fist is made of metal and he has an axe to grind tonight. “Black showed up same month I did.” The drunk keeps watching him. Being drunk himself he keeps track with a slight shift of his head. Walk away. They pull the bottle back. He presents his fist and they think better of it.

Satisfied, he faces forward and reaches the halfway point. Half a bar to go.

[carnageandclass]

Half a bar to go may seem a long trip but there shouldn't be any issue getting to the door, minus for the hollering from a couple drunken men trying to call out Camilla in particular. It's not the first time someone publicly commented on her beauty but these comments were a little more on the lewd side. She can ignore them with no problem but it's only when she felt something hit her shoulder and a shattering from behind makes her stop in her tracks.

Did they just throw a bottle at her?

She sighs and ushers Shiro to a stool, letting him sit down first. "Stay here, it seems some boys need some manners taught." She then grabs a broom and calmly walks over and thrusts it onto the one who threw the bottle. "You may want to clean up your mess unless anyone gets hurt."

However, the drunk man wasn't having any of it, instead laughing and making some sort of gesture that makes it look like he's referring to her chest in some way. Camilla simply rolls her eyes and starts to walk off, which annoys the man, aiming a punch to her shoulder.

"...oh, so that's how you want to play? Alright."

She then quickly turns back to him and gives a good punch right between the eyes. It's enough to make him fall flat on his ass and be stunned at the fact that a woman managed to do as such. The princess smirks as she walks back to Shiro and hoists him back up to a standing position.

"Sorry about that, let's get going."

[spaceforged]

He blinks. He blinks again as she pulls him effortlessly back up to his feet. "...good punch." Shiro says at last. He'd turned to snarl at the bottle thrower but no, she'd handled it. He can't explain why his heart is beating a little faster. But his respect of Camilla shot up.

Will he remember this in the morning? Probably only the punch. The bar brawl is starting. They're almost to the door. Oh good, he has more reasons to leave. He can claim he is in no way responsible for any of it. It will even be true.

His thoughts drift back to the punch. Seeing Camilla in action is always impressive. Maybe too impressive with a lot of alcohol in his body. He really needs to get home.

[carnageandclass]

"Normally I am not so reserved in fighting but even I know that there's no need for blood staining the floor here."

Camilla is a fighter and someone who would gleefully beat the living tar out of her enemies and make sure they would not get up. For why have an enemy and prove to them that you are stronger? However, the factors here are different: there's no war to be fought between two easily spotted sides and blindly following one because of ideals or loyalty. From what she has saw, it's just people trying to figure out what to do about a problem not very well known it seems. And a drunken lout doesn't count as an enemy but she will show them that she's not a damn pushover.

As for the brawl...they can handle it inside as she pushes the door open and out of the stale air of beer and other weird smells.

[spaceforged]

No need for blood staining the floor.

Okay.

He covers his mouth with one hand and tries not to think about that too hard. Holy shit he's an embarrassing drunk. He breathes a little easier when they exit the bar into the cool night air. It clears his head a bit to have air that doesn't make his already dizzy mind a little dizzier. "Glad you know restraint. ...you know the way to B housing, right?"