[at some point or another, Ignis settles down at a table next to Noct, looking uncharacteristically bothered. mostly because:] I'm fairly certain we're the only two sober people here.
[and all that all of the drunkards have maybe two braincells between the lot of them]
i? ii? iii? even i don't know which this actually falls under.
[and all that all of the drunkards have maybe two braincells between the lot of them]