Noctis wobbles and falls over to his side, then just honks the bell horn on the front of the tricycle, sombrero falling off and cord nearly choking him. “Officer, I swear I only had one beer. ONE.” He huffs, trying to make a grand getaway with the bike between his knees and scooting slowly. “Are you tryna tell me to kiss your ass? HA. I would totally kiss your ass…”
His laughter only bubbles out more as he walks over to his friend, amusement clear as day on his face. Looking down at the prince, he could only shake his head in exasperation.
“Uh huh. One beer gets you this drunk now, does it buddy? I think I’m gonna have to take you in. Lock you up for a DUI.” Prompto slowly keeps up with the scooting, only leaning over briefly to adjust the ridiculous males’ sombrero back onto his head.
“Oh would you? A tempting offer, Noct. But I have a feeling I have enough blackmail material when you sober up.” A cheeky grin was on the gunners face as he watches Noctis scoot on.