Cid chuckles. He’s too drunk to really care who sees this, though he’ll surely have some sober regrets about the impropriety- but only if they get caught.

“Prick- Let me down-“ Cid wriggles to free himself off of Vander, feeling an incredible ache through his backside as soon as the chemicals coursing through him start to fade. He curses as he tries to drop his feet underneath him, legs still shaking like a baby deer.

“Shit- Well, if you want to get out somewhere and rest, we should get out at this stop. Unless you wanna just ride this thing all night.”

Off in the distance is the castle of Stonhyrr, lightning crackling in the sky above it.