You were in the Kingsglaive along with your closest friend, Nyx. Your closeness with him also meant being relatively close with Crowe, Libertus, and Luche, although you weren't as familiar with them as you were Nyx. If the other three were busy or simply didn't feel up to it, you spent the nights drinking with the glaive. Tonight was one of those nights.
"You wanna start heading back home? If you're too drunk to walk you can crash at mine." Nyx offered, a hint of concern present in his tone.
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