Carolyn
"Hm?"

*That wasn't good. Yakaiyo didn't really have full control of herself, evidently, and part of it had shown. It was enough to preoccupy her that she didn't notice the brief grin on Sol's face. The treton only noticed her as she cupped her hand in hers. Yakaiyo took a deep breath to stabilize herself, then brought herself to look back at the nun.*

"Ah, it wasn't-nevermind, I do drink a bit much."

*She could never tell Sol the real reason her arm was shaking; the thought of killing would surely put her off and give her away.*

"...Maybe 7?"
Jonathan
"*Seven*. I've sat here and counted four in maybe the last thirty minutes, and you've had three before that. No more drinking for the next hour, okay?"

A note of exasperation had crept into her voice as Sol shook her head, pulling out a napkin and proffering it. Expression unreadable, she beheld Yakaiyo for a few seconds before sighing.

"You don't strike me as a heavy drinker by nature... I know we've been over this earlier, but I'm obliged to ask again. Is there truly nothing I can do for you right now? Nothing at all?"
Carolyn
*Looking directly at Sol, Yakaiyo slides the half empty cup to her other hand and gulps it down, before graciously taking the napkin and delicately wiping her lips.*

"Now it's seven. I'm not, normally. These recent years have been... Hard."

*Yakaiyo quickly scans the room, as if she were being hunted. She then looks at the three sake cups left on the side, then back to Sol.*

"You sure you don't want more? There's still a quarter of the sake left."

*The vampire shakes the gourd to indicate the liquid inside, conveniently avoiding the question.*
Jonathan
Sol could more or less piece together a theory from all the contextual clues given so far—which was natural considering she'd have to be blind *And* Deaf to miss them. The confirmation only lent more credibility to it. But it was also all too obvious that she was trying to steer away from that conversation. She'd have to try from another angle, then.

"Alright, I'll have another cup." She relented, pushing her cup closer to Yakaiyo. She would wait a few seconds before posing the next question.

"...Shall we make a bet?"
Carolyn
"...A bet?"

*Sol was becoming less and less holy the more they conversed (though definitely friendlier as well). Yakaiyo expertly poured a cup into Sol's cup despite being under the influence, and tried to sneak one of her own if the monk allowed it.*

"I have always liked games. What did you have in mind?"
Jonathan
"Well, I'm a lightweight, so even this much is enough to get me tipsy." There was indeed the slightest hint of redness on her cheeks, even though she hadn't touched the refilled cup. She frowned at the sight of Yakaiyo filling her own cup, but didn't object.

"We'll bet on whether I can finish my cup before you can yours, and if I lose you may ask me any kind of question, and I will answer it honestly. But if I win, you have to answer one from me. We'll keep going until either the gourd's empty or I fall asleep."

She deliberately didn't mention that Yakaiyo had to answer truthfully.
Carolyn
"A super lightweight huh? Well, this'll be interesting to see how this goes. What's the catch? Just whoever empties their cup first?"

*Yakaiyo spun the cup on the table, a miniature whirlpool forming in the sake, a grin forming on her face.*

"I'll take it up. Ready to answer my questions?"
Jonathan
"Yes, simply just that. And I should probably settle lodgings before one of us gets blackout drunk, but nevermind."

Sol glanced at her own cup, wondering if she should just arch her head back and pour the whole thing down her throat.

"Ready when you are."
Carolyn
*Yakaiyo nodded, then expertly downed her own cup, setting it down on the table before Sol could finish hers. Porcelain met wood, and her grin turned into a sort of sly smirk.*

"You tried this with an alcoholic... Not sure what you expected. Anyway... I'm curious, have you had any romantic relationships? Or even just a little flirting?"

*Yakaiyo once again poured the two cups, her red eyes flashing.*
Jonathan
*Well, so much for that strategy.*

Sol finished second and last as a matter of course, but she raised a brow at the question.

"That's a milder one than I thought, which is why I'll probably disappoint since the answer is no for the first part. But I did experience being on the receiving end for the second, so that's a yes."

Having said thus she takes hold of her cup once again, staring at the surface of the liquid.
Carolyn
"Ah, true to your religion huh? Shame you had to experience it one sided; I can't imagine it was pleasant."

*Yakaiyo readied herself, and once again, her cup was down first. Given that Sol was a lightweight, she was slightly concerned that she would get incredibly drunk; then again, so was she.*

"So, that was too mild huh? Let's see... Let's go further. Ever have any feelings for anyone? A childhood crush, someone across the street... Or perhaps even a coworker?"

*Yakaiyo's smile remained, curious to see just how religious Sol was.*
Jonathan
Once again, she was slower than Yakaiyo. And now she was feeling the effects of the prior cup, the slight flush on her face earlier having deepened.

"Mhm, feelings..." Sol rubbed her eyes and then closed them, trying to recollect. "...No, not even once. The houses in my childhood were too far apart, so none my age came over. And the circumstances when I entered the clergy didn't really permit me to socialize much."

It was also probably because of alcohol that her demeanor grew bolder, even though her words were starting to slightly slur.

"Hehe... I think one or two more will be my limit, so wanna up the stakes a bit? Whoever loses has to tell the other something personal as well."