[prompto's about to reply with every single detail of how long it takes him to get ready in the mornings, but zoro doesn't let him, basically. instead, he's following over to the stoop, sitting down, and now he's got a lot more questions--enough to make him forget his detailed answer about his mornings.]

You work here?

[taking the bottle--wow, that's some manly way to open it up--prompto looks it over.]

[prepare yourself...]

...how do I do that? Won't it break?

[clearly he hasn't gone out drinking much, as he shouldn't.]

Not if you do it right. Just bite it and tip the bottle up.

[Said like it's the most obvious thing in the world and not impossible for 90% of frat boys across the land. Anyway, he's chugging at least a third of the bottle like it's a cheap beer. Wiping his mouth when he's done because he's not a complete ape.]

Kinda on leave from my usual work so I work at a few bars here, yeah. This one's got the best booze. There's one down in Enprise that's better for a good brawl. You should come sometime.

[Is that a joke? It might be a joke. Is it not a joke?]

[prompto's watching... and listening. mostly watching, because that's some mad skills when it comes down to drinking; one that shows you need to have quite a bit of experience to pull it off. prompto is sure he won't be able to pull it off.]

--go, to have a brawl? I'm not sure I'm good at landing punches...

[but no one will ever be able to say prompto never lived life.]

[he attempts to imitate zoro's actions, and while he may seem initially confident, it is in no time when he's coughing out the liquor and snorting the excess out of his nose.]

[he's so cool, coughing on the side... trying not to choke, holding the bottle at arm's length]