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.

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[regisrex]

"Mm. Of course I won't." Chances are, as far as Regis can tell, that Ignis might be fully aware, but...

Not the time.

"What is your favorite thing that he makes for you? Your overall favorite?"

[warpstriking]

Most likely, but... shhhh he's too drunk to think of that. His recollections are a bit hazy as it is.

But, his favorite...? Oh, that's an easy one.

"His pastries," he answers honestly, and without filter. "There was one that I had when we visited - well, will visit - Tenebrae. He spent years trying to remake it from what I remembered of it but I couldn't remember the berry used? He finally figured it out after we helped the chef at Galdin Quay locate it. She was-" Oh. That certainly is him slumping slightly and leaning more into the other.

"...Coctura was- working on a dessert to celebrate my marriage to Luna," he says, far quieter and subdued. Sorry, Dad. This was probably a question better for sober!Noct. So, he's just gonna cling a little tighter and say it's the ceiling that's slowly dripping water from a leak in the roof. What a bad night for rain, huh.

[regisrex]

It takes... a moment, for Regis to interpret both the words and the tears in any way that makes sense, but when he does, he shifts to hold Noctis more comfortably. And tighter.

"I am sorry, Noctis." Was she in Insomnia?

No. Not a question for now.

"So, now I know what to look forward to most, of his. Beans in lasagna notwithstanding." Back to... back to the present, perhaps, or the future. But also soft words, giving Noctis space to regain his own footing, without demands for his attention of any significance.

[warpstriking]

One day, he will tell his dad all about her. How her messages in a simple yet elegant orange notebook always brought a smile to his face. Tonight is not that night, however. For he is not nearly sober enough and those arms are holding onto him tighter.

"'Not your fault." He didn't know.

"Most of what he makes is really good. Might be a bit biased, though." Because, well, he is a brother in all but blood. He squeezes back a little tighter. "...Should probably go back." To their houses, that is.

and long late heading towards wrap?

[regisrex]

Regis watches him for a moment, then nods. He'll ask about Luna. Eventually.

"So like Weskham's cooking, then." Fond. Look, he doesn't know his old buddy's cooking is hella expensive now. "And sure. Let me get your moogle and we can head out. Then I'll come back for whoever else needs it."

He's got you, Noct.

and another long late wrap up, yes?

[warpstriking]

When he does ask, at least have alcohol on the ready. He might need it later, but he'll want to be sober for that conversation. At least at the start.

"'s gotten a bit pricey now, but... yeah." He smiles faintly, nodding and just as fond. "Let 'er sober up. Last I saw her she was floppin' on a table like a fish on land."

Yes, he's dead serious. She got herself into this mess. Let Ebony get her instead.