[Prompto most definitely isn't getting a ride anywhere unless it's to his bed where he can sleep off the inevitable hangover. Or at the very least be drunk safely without drawing the attention of Behemoth here. Nyx isn't terribly picky either way.

His arm tightens possessively as Prompto falls against his side. He can feel him shaking from nerves and adrenaline and feels guilty that he couldn't have somehow managed to get here sooner.]

You had me worried.

[He turns his attention to the man as the guy faces him squarely. Nyx can see irritation and aggression building in the way his muscles tense, and can't help but draw his own shoulders back in response, shifting his weight a step in front of Prompto pointedly. He keeps his voice light and easy, wanting to avoid a fight if he can.]

What say we get out of this dive and go home? I saw a food truck on the way here that sells some decent anak skewers.