"I think we can get in one good shooty round," Prompto said, grinning as he hopped up and gestured for Vette to take his chair while he went to go borrow the one from Jason's desk, preeeeeetty sure he wouldn't mind too terribly, dragging it over. "But I still have to run a game with the guys back home before the night's out or else I'll never hear the end of it. A little warm up might be good, though."