Noctis sits in the booth of the dark and crowded nightclub with Gladio, his closest friend and his Shield. The two men are out on the town, enjoying their night and on the prowl.

"See anyone you like?" Gladio asks, looking over at Noctis briefly before picking up his glass of whiskey and taking a sip.

"Nah, not really." Noctis shrugs, sipping his own drink. The two men look out around the club's floor and bar area from their private booth, eyes trained for anyone eye-catching.