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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The joyride was fun though and he thoroughly enjoyed it, but it wasn't quite enough to shake his headspace back into order.

He sighed a little and rested his chin on his hand.

"Bad things happened to me, you know? I mean before the really bad stuff did. And I never- well I try not to let it bother me, but this. I can't shake it. I'm not crying again, you can't make me." He pointed at Hunk accusingly.

Likely, that made very little sense, because he was babbling drunkenly.

"I want to be like I was before I got captured."

Hunk didn't have to know what Prompto was talking about to know that he'd been through something rough. He was captured, some bad stuff and some really bad stuff happened, and he doesn't want to cry about it. Asking about it would make him cry.

"Y'know, one of my friends back home got captured by the enemy." Not going to say he's talking about Shiro, just to save them both a potentially unwanted conversation. "They... they weren't the same when they came back, either." The physical and emotional scars, the entire missing arm.

"I wish I knew what they would tell you, but I don't." He sighs, part of him wanting to cry himself just for seeing Prompto like this. "What I can say..." Hunk pauses again, silently building up his mental fortitude. "...is that the Prompto I met the day we all got here is a great guy. He's funny and kind and he helped me and the bad stuff he went through back home doesn't change that."

But then he falls silent, because he's got no idea if he just made everything worse, or if he should've even said that, or...

Prompto was quiet a moment, listening and he tilted his head, looking at Hunk. Then he offered a little smile.

"That's what happened. I got captured by the enemy and everything he did was worse the longer I was there. And-And when we met I was still kinda-" He laughed a little nervously.

"It wasn't long after that. I haven't been great since being here. Like in my head, you know? And seeing it all again, and getting interrogated, it was too much. Sometimes for me it's too much." He was babbling again, honestly. He had been left with deep emotional scars, even though the physical ones had been healed.

"That's...pretty good though. I um-" He blushed slightly. "Thanks. That's nice. To say, I mean-" He let out a slightly frustrated groan. "Why am I so awkward?"

"I'm glad I could help. I was trying to and-and yeah I'm not always good with people. Like at all."

"What?!" Hunk's tone shifts to accusatory, and he levels a glare at his friend. "You're not awkward! You're drunk and stressed and dealing with some crazy stuff. There's an entire bar doing pretty much the same thing!" Then he throws his hands into the air and a moment later starts gesturing in the direction of the bar. For emphasis.

"You're... you're doing just fine. There's no right way to do any of this. We're in a whole different dimension! I've gone into another dimension and there aren't really rules for this." He's rambling. Hunk has no idea what he's saying anymore. He doesn't know what to say to Prompto to make the bad stuff go away, and he can't just throw him at Shiro because what if Shiro's not okay with that, and, and...

"Do you want a hug?" Hunk wants a hug, honestly, so he's projecting kind of a lot.

He had a giggle bubbling up in his throat. "Nah, that's just me. I'm a mess." He waved his hand but shrugged slightly.

"Yeah. No rules. I get that. This place is...something else. I don't know what to make of it, like?"

Prompto knew he didn't make a lot of sense but he looked surprised at Hunk's offer, because that was outside the usual for him. People didn't offer to hug him. His friends did sometimes, but they were more about fistbumps than anything.

He nodded slightly. "Yeah, okay."

A hug would feel pretty nice, he thought.

If Prompto's a mess, then what does that make Hunk?! A bigger, laser-powered ridiculous mess, that's what. So there's no way Prompto's a mess. There'd be no hope for the rest of the world.

"All right!" Hunk lets out a surprisingly enthused whoop for someone stone-cold sober, and scrambles out of the driver's seat. A moment later, he's moved far faster than he has any right to towards Prompto and his arms are out wide at his side. He nods, as if telling Prompto to prepare himself, before wrapping his arms around his stressed out buddy.

He's careful not to give too strong a hug, since he's not sure if Prompto's gonna get, like, sick or something, but Hunk's still putting in enough strength to start lifting the guy off the ground. The perils of rolling a 16 on a hug. But the worst part is that since Hunk can tell his buddy's in a bad spot, he's... not gonna let go. Not until he hears it's okay.

It seems like Prompto could use a really big hug right now.

Prompto was mildly alarmed by the enthusiasm placed in the hug. He wasn't fortunate enough to get many hugs, and he interacted with his friends mainly in fistbumps and gentle punches and things of that nature.

He relaxed however and slid his arms around Hunk, giving a little squeeze in return. When he felt his feet coming off the ground he laughed and squeaked a little.

"Astrals!" He chuckled. "I'm not that short I swear!"

He was, sadly, the shortest of their group. Anytime that growth spurt could happen would be great.

Hunk just starts laughing, because he's taller than all his friends back home except for Shiro. He doesn't care for a second how short you aren't, Prompto. He does care that his pal felt the need to call out that he wasn't that short- was the hug making him uncomfortable? That'd be terrible! So he doesn't let go quite yet, but he does loosen up a bit.

Maybe then Prompto's feet will hit the ground?

"Are... are you feeling any better?" Hunk sounds a bit uncertain as he asks the question, but he had to ask anyway. Hugs make people feel better, right? He really wanted Prompto to feel better...

At least his feet are on the ground at last, and he's laughing because it was just ridiculous.

He was smiling, fondly at Hunk.

Did he feel better?

He definitely did. He tilted his head slightly. "Yeah. A little better. Thanks."

Prompto raised his hand and pat his shoulder gently. "It's nice of you to hug me."

"It's no big deal." Hunk knows full well he will hug almost anyone with minimal provocation. In fact... "If you need another hug sometime, just let me know. I don't mind. 'Bout as hard to do as stretch my arms." The shoulder pat was nice, and he was pretty glad he could help his pal out, even if his night's only a little better.

"Do... do you need anything else? Wanna head back, or we could just hang out here for a while...?" Really, Prompto's the captain of this expedition into hugs and melancholy, and Hunk's along for the ride. Except for the part where he's driving the car, but... y'know.

"I'll try." Prompto answered, because honestly, he had a hard time asking for the things he needed. He smiled, he just wasn't sure how to react. It was good though.

At the question he looked up at the sky and took a deep breath. By the grace of the Astrals Prompto wasn't driving, but Hunk did not need to know how terrible a driver he was, he was just easily distracted.

"You know...can we just hang out here for awhile?"

"Yeah, sure. No problem at all, Prompto." And Hunk just smiles. Honestly, it was nice to get a break from the noise of the bar and the staggering, sometimes angry drunk people. And Prompto was cool, so. Net win.

(( And done! ))

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