melodiesofeternity | 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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Cor yelps as he feels that heel stepping right onto his toes. It slowed him down enough that he barely missed that sucker punch to his stomach. Instead, it lands on his arm. Gritting thru the pain, Cor swings an upper-cut with his not-hurting arm, aiming right for Clarus' chin.

Should that fail, though, he would try and shove him off of his foot.

Clarus was just slowed enough at this point that it hit, and hit hard. The whole bar might hear the crash of Cor's fist against the elder man's jaw, the sound of teeth clacking together. The Shield was already reeling, and then the shove. It was almost comical, but it was the opportunistic push that sent him crashing to the ground.

Thankfully he was able to keep his skull from hitting the hard floor, and after a moment to collect himself, he was back on his feet and lunging at the smaller man to try to grapple him and get him in a headlock.

Cor moves as soon as his foot is free, too pissed off to do the wise thing and end the fight right then and there by walking away. Instead, he grins wickedly as he sees Clarus fall onto the ground, and he moves in just as Clarus gets back up.

Big mistake, since his own, slower reflexes left him wide open to find himself within a headlock. "Ack--!" He beats on Clarus' upper arms for a few moments; if that doesn't work on letting him go, then Cor will try to stomp his own heel on the bigger man's toes in retribution.

Clarus used his weight and his hold to bring Cor down to his knees, so he wouldn't have as far to fall if Clarus ended up needing to choke him out. He was holding fast, restricting breathing just a bit, but still leaving plenty of room for air.

"If you'd shut th' fuck up for once and lissin," he slurred, his jaw still hurting and beginning to swell. "We were betrayed, you lil' shit. We got hit from the inside. That's why Regis an' I died. So ex-fuckin-scuse me for exercisin' caution with those 'round prince Noct."

Cor is finding it a little hard to breathe, but he's not quite giving up just yet. Even as he's forced onto his knees, he tries in vain to pry Clarus' hold off of him.

And then those words hit, and he just...freezes, the words sinking into his liquor-addled brain.

"...what." He growls. "How the hells did dat happen? Who's th'bastard I gotta kill when we git home?"

Finally, the boy was losing some of his fight, which was a relief because Clarus wasn't sure how much more he had in him.

"Drautos," he answered as he tentatively began to release Cor, though he was ready to re-initiate his hold if Cor started to get uppity towards him again. "Titus Drautos was General Glauca the whole time. We were all blind t'him." Even Cor.

Thankfully for Clarus, Cor isn't going to try and hurt the older man some more at this point. But when he hears that name, his blood runs cold for a few moments. Drautos was Glauca, the man who burned Tenebrae, who invaded and burned Galahd...He killed his brothers?

"...that fuckin' little two-timing Gods-damned traitor!" Cor swings his fist once more...but at a chair this time, breaking the seat right in the middle. His cry could probably be heard by much of the their fellow patrons around them.

Edited 2018-06-19 02:33 (UTC)

It was with the breaking of the chair that Clarus remembered that they were in a public place, and there was indeed a bouncer watching them apprehensively as if trying to figure out what exactly to do about the geriatric throwdown.

The Shield was the first to stand, brushing any dirt off himself and reaching for his wallet to offer a decent sum to the bouncer. "We'll be out of your hair. Sorry for the mess. This should cover it."

He turned expectantly to Cor, giving him a look that told him to behave or else, and then made his way out of the tavern. They could talk outside.

Cor notices everyone staring, but he just glares right back at them, silently challenging anyone to intervene.

Except maybe certain royal friends. Cor only grows a little antsy about leaving Regis with them in the bar for a brief moment, before remembering that everyone else is still in there. Or so he last checked.

Still, he waits until he's outside with Clarus before he trusts himself to speak again. "How did you know? ...was it that...traitor who finished you?"

The cool night air was a refreshing slap in the face, and Clarus breathed deeply once they were clear of the hot tavern air. Too many bodies, too much alcohol. And by the gods did his jaw ache, but he knew it would swell and hurt ten times more in the morning.

"He was. And Regis," Clarus nodded solemnly. There was no point in holding a grudge over the fight, they were both drunk and in a heated state. It was over now and things would probably go right back to normal between them, if not now then by the morning once they'd slept their blood-alcohol level down. He lifted a hand to rub idly at his chin, feeling the bruising already. He'd be a sorry sight for a bit, but this was what potions and healing spells were for.

"A glaive, Nyx Ulric, arrived at the same time I did," he continued. "He saw Regis's death, and he killed Drautos himself, at the cost of his own life. He told me, and I believe him." Which meant they'd completely and utterly failed to detect and nullify a threat to the crown.

Cor's not going to apologize for punching Clarus, not in that moment. Maybe the next morning, though, he might say sorry for losing his temper that badly.

The confirmation of Regis' killer, however, only stokes the anger inside Cor, fists clenching at his side until the knuckles turn white. But there's some guilt mixed in with his fury. Guilt of not realizing it sooner, or being closer to the battles that Drautos--Glauca was involved in, so that he could've stopped him then...

Still, hearing that the traitor was killed that night does reduce his fury back down to 'can think thru it' levels. "...at least there was one Glaive that remained loyal to the end," he quietly grumbles.

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