I feel like I’ve been talking about this for a while, but haven’t had anything to show for it yet. So here’s the introduction – a big of mood-setting, some Gladio backstory – with more to come soon. I’ve actually got about 3k words written so far and ideas for the next few big scenes 🙂 Brainstorming with my artist-in-crime (jill) is always so fun, and usually results in filthy, smutty Promptio for us all 😉
(Also drinking is good)
Comments and suggestions welcome!
Promptio Bar AU (title pending), SFW for now
Five o’clock was usually a busy time at the Regalia. Technically, the bar didn’t open for another hour and a half, and the regulars didn’t start rolling in until even later. But five was when the prep-work got done – things like washing the glasses, cutting the garnishes, arranging the cheese on the platters just to Ignis’ liking. There was almost always something that needed Gladio’s attention behind the bar, and keeping busy was just how he liked it.
Except…that evening was different. Neither Ignis or Noct had turned up yet (they had gone across town to interview a potential hire) and had left Gladio in charge of the big, empty place all alone. Which was, well, lonely. Gladio didn’t do well with quiet; with time to think and wonder what the hell he was doing with his life at thirty, still single since longer-than-he-cared-to-admit; still disappointing his father, who’d wanted him follow in his footsteps and join the Force, not drop out of the Academy to work in a run down bar.
But, hey. At least he could add ‘Letting Dad Down’ to the short list of things he was consistently good at.
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