[b][color=#a4161a]"I cant drink everything that fast!"[/color][/b] Yvonne looked up from the bottles she's looking at, a bottle of scotch already open nearby. She's at least conscious enough to use a shot glass for it, partially due to the maid's mildly disapproving glare when it looked like she's ready to chug it straight off the bottle. [b][color=#a4161a]"They've got quite the collection! Whiskey's pretty nice, haven't tried the rest yet but nothing shabby will ever make its way here-"[/color][/b]

Aaand the bear's straight up drinking from the cask. Yvonne whistled and cackled in approval, moreso at the particular choice of drink. Bears and honey and all that, yeah? It's fitting, somehow.

[b][color=#a4161a]"I see someone's gotten a favorite."[/color][/b] A glance to the sides revealed the onlooker's distaste at the barbaric act, one that the mercenary found very funny given the circumstances. [b][color=#a4161a]"Best use the mug before someone's getting angry! Speaking of, Jeanne! Grab a mug, join us!"[/color][/b]

[b]"I believe that is inappropriate, milady."[/b]

[b][color=#a4161a]"Well..."[/color][/b] Yvonne strolled off, putting her arms around the woman's shoulders before pulling her along to the seat. [b][color=#a4161a]"I very much insist, yeah? Come on, ain't everyday you get to sample the crown's collections."[/color][/b]