#drunk iggy

[aya-kuun]

Slightly drunk Iggy. (Don't let him drive!) I imagine he's drinking coffee-based cocktail.

(Didn’t have much time so just a sketch for his Birthday.)

[madlysanecatlady]

The Dance of the Glacian and the Pyreburner

Ignis always perfectly composed and proper Scientia was a sight to see this evening, Gladio noted amusedly to himself. He watched as Ignis accepted yet another flute of champagne from the harried-looking waitress, his carefully rigid posture slipping slightly as he took a rather large gulp of the bubbly liquid. His tie was loosened just an eight of an inch, the topmost button at his collar undone. Gladio wanted to roll his eyes; Ignis was completely hammered, something painfully obvious to him, but apparently completely lost on everyone else in the large ballroom.

He waited patiently for his relief to arrive, a few minutes late, likely from needing to weave her way through the throngs of partygoers to arrive with a hurried apology.

‘Not a problem, Lucinda,’ Gladio said airily with a blasé wave of his hand. ‘Really, I'm surprised you're not later, with all the traffic.’

‘Seriously though, Lord Amicitia,’ Lucinda panted, clearly having run here from her car. ‘Thank you so much for covering for me so I could go to my niece's play. I hate that you had to miss time with your friends. I owe you a big one.’

‘Any time. But I might refuse next time if you don’t just call me Gladiolus,’ Gladio stepped aside to let her take over the position by the door. With a final wave, he unbuttoned the stiff collar of his uniform slightly and weaved his way through the throng of visiting dignitaries towards the table where Ignis was sitting alone. Two new champagne flutes had mysteriously appeared on the table, and Ignis was already accepting a glass of wine from the waitress. Gladio huffed out a sigh and went over, plopping himself into the chair next to Ignis and stealing one of the champagne flutes for himself.

‘Glad you could finally join us,’ Ignis’ voice and expression were both tight, but Gladio could hear the faint tinge of unsteadiness underneath both. ‘We thought you'd been chained to the door.’

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[karinaqurart-blog]

i lve drunk iggy

[mariashoheki-blog]

i love drunk iggy <3

[geexao]

friend asks if im still sober after many shots...

[asktheacefamily]

Will it cheer you up if I ask you something?

((yes….We are kind of desperate…))

[asktheacefamily]

The artist

[ramblingsoflianna]

Am I Catholic or Protestant…? God, I don’t know…

Drunk Arthur Kirkland (Britain)