Booty call? Not likely.
Mar 14, 2014 3:11:44 GMT -7
Post by ❥ cannibble on Mar 14, 2014 3:11:44 GMT -7
Makoto agreed with the man, it was nice being intoxicated every once and a while. "With the things I've seen as a field medic a drink is necessary every now and then." Her tone was back to its usual nearly solemn tone and contrasted dramatically with how her next sentence sounded as it was upbeat as she was talking before. "Honestly, I'd rather the acting weird part never occurred. Hopefully I don't drink enough for you to see what I mean.
As he poured her another drink she made an almost sour looking face that would look to him as if she was saying "oh god not another!" and that is exactly what she was thinking. Her hand wrapped around the cup once more, dreading not only the taste once more but also the fact that she knew she would only last maybe 3 drinks before getting drunk, any more beyond that point would bring her into her weird stage. She could already feel the tingle and warmth that came from drinking the alcohol, this would be interesting to say the least.
She would begin raising her glass to match the height of the man's only to interrupted by the many waiters bringing their food. Her attention was lost from the man as she watched the food arrive, she drooled ever so slightly once more but she quickly regained concentration gazing straight back into his eyes. "Y-yeah, sounds good." After saying this she would then begin to down her glass, making sure not to savour the flavour of the alcohol as she hated it.
Looking around and watching the man as he cooked his food she nervously spoke up. "I-it's a bit embarrassing but... I can't cook at all. I mean, I burnt myself making cereal once and that was without alcohol in my system. I don't suppose you could cook my food for me please?" She was a little irritated with herself as she had always resented her inability to cook. It also didn't help that She was an incredibly lightweight drinker who had never been to a restaurant such as this.