[When he comes back, rather than cocktails in his hand, he has two pint glasses and a warm smile upon his lips. A little jerk of his head and he nods toward the tables behind Prompto.]
Come sit with me and I'll drink with you.
[Gladio headed down the bar and came out to the table he'd nodded to. Both the ice cold pints of beer were set down on the table before he dropped himself down into a chair with a sigh.]
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Come sit with me and I'll drink with you.
[Gladio headed down the bar and came out to the table he'd nodded to. Both the ice cold pints of beer were set down on the table before he dropped himself down into a chair with a sigh.]
That's better.