Minerva
"Hm? Water? For what reason, we have plenty of wine right here!"

*Yakaiyo pours herself yet another glass, sipping the champagne. Her hand begins to rub Horace's, taking comfort in the contact.*

"I can handle my own alcohol Horace. I'm 40, you know? I've had quite a couple of these nights before."
Marie
"Yeah yeah... Just don't over do it alright? The last thing i want is to deal with a hangover fish in the morning, worse yet in the middle of the night."

*Horace would tease, not seeming to mind the small touch of Yakaiyo's hands. Using his other hand to eat the last of his soup before it gets cold. He pauses for a moment, whatever emotion's on his face seeming over taken by a slight amount of thought.*

"Yakaiyo... Can i ask you something serious for a moment?"
Minerva
"I've had worse. Hell of a lot more than this."

*Fish. The word stung the air like a fresh vine whipping across her skin. Yakaiyo didn't show outward emotion, but it hurt to hear her friend unknowingly call her that.*

*Yakaiyo retracts her hand in order to finish the rest of her soup, picking up the bowl to slurp the rest of the liquid.*

"Something serious? Of course, what is it?"