Prompto staggers out of a bar, his cheeks reddened and his vision blurred thanks to him being drunk. Hey, he was just enjoying his weekend!

However, the young gunman needed a ride home. He'd blown most of his gil on booze, and although he could easily fight off anyone that might take advantage of him, he wasn't keen on staggering home tonight.

Prompto pulls out his phone, squinting at the bright screen as he dials a number. "Heyas." he slurs down the line, giggling drunkenly.