Tiara
"Don't downplay it!"

*Taking the sake from the elf, Yakaiyo pours the alcohol into each of the cups, handing one to Horace.*

"It's rice wine, so it has a different flavor. Not made from the typical barley. Like white wine, sort of. Just like how I'm not used to whiskey. Red wine I enjoy though. Anyway... Here's a cheer to another day."

*Yakaiyo clinks her cup against the elf's, soon downing the sake in one gulp.*
Harold
"That's all it is innit?"
*The elf questioned with a smirk, taking the cup in hand. He glances at the liquid, attempting to remember it's taste.*

"Cheers then."
*The elf raises his cup, a soft clink before Horace follows suit. He coughs slightly upon drinking the alcohol, the difference in taste certainly striking.*
"Agh-... Right. Sake..."
Tiara
"Hmph."

*Yakaiyo scowls and smiles at the same time, clearly wanting to slap Horace across the face; lightly, of course. Her hand only moves towards the sake though, as she pours herself another glass.*

"I guess you'll have to get used to it more if you hang around me. Should we see who can drink more?"

*Yakaiyo offers the gourd of sake, ready to pour another cup for Horace.*
Harold
"An acquired taste huh...? Well, it's not exactly to my tastes, but im not one for dropping out on a challange like that."
*The elf nods, graciously accepting the woman's offer of drink. Soon after taking and downing it, attempting not to taste the drink.*

"Bleh-... I'll get used to this soon, right?"
Tiara
"We'll try red wine next time."

*Yakaiyo downs her drink once more, before once again pouring another drink.*

"Hopefully. The more you drink, the more you'll get used to it."

*The treton pours Horace's glass to the full once again.*

"So that's two. How many do you think you can go?"
Harold
"Hm... These are pretty tiny cups compared to the usual mug. Then again, shots are just as potent... I'll say around 10? That's probably good."
*Horace mumbles as Aka pours him another drink, downing it just as he had the last. Sticking his tongue out in displeased fashion before shaking it off for the next.*
Tiara
*A small chuckle can be heard as Horace sticks his tongue out, Yakaiyo downing it once more.*

"Only 10? I can do... Maybe 13?"

*The cups are poured once more, then again, then again. In the end, Horace could only muster half the amount he had initially thought, while Yakaiyo continued to down the alcohol, going for 16 before finally stopping.*

"Ah, sweet 16."

*Despite the alcohol though, Yakaiyo wasn't incredibly rowdy. She was instead more solemn, in a dreamlike state.*