Jonathan
"Remind me never to make a drinking-related bet with you again. I started with the intention of cheering you up and our roles have somehow reversed." She cracks a wry grin, kneading her left temple where the headache was intensifying.

"...After you've had a total of ten cups and counting? I'd prefer not to find you passed out in a field somewhere tomorrow, you know?"
Carolyn
"It's almost futile now. I've been drinking for far too long for you to compete. And you too little, it seems."

"And you seem worse for wear with only 3. I'm concerned you'll fall on your head."

*Yakaiyo's expression was amused, yet still expressed concern for Sol's physical and mental health. Clearly, she had scars from her own past.*
Jonathan
"Well, now you know who didn't attend much gatherings. And I know whose liver I should be concerned about, so I'd call that a pretty fair trade."

There was a buzzing in her head that she was fairly sure hadn't been there a while ago, and Sol decided against trying to stand.

"The only falling I'll... Be doing anytime soon is asleep, on a proper bed." She stifles a sudden yawn. "I'll be a little late to my destination, but it can hardly be helped."
Carolyn
"Ah, the life of a 'nun' huh? An agnostic one at that."

*Standing up, Yakaiyo gracefully strolls over to Sol, as if she hadn't had a single drink before bending over to inspect her.*

"Do you have a place to stay? It's dangerous out here alone..."