Emiri managed to finish the rest of her glass, though she was oddly quiet. The room was moving this way and that, she was afraid if she moved she would probably end up falling over. She looked at Grant, who was clearly pleased with both her and Jaakuna. She tried to glare at him, but it most likely came off as a rather confused look. She didn't understand, she could usually hold her own, why did she feel drunk already. She let out a light hiccup, though she picked up her second glass and drank anyway. Nadeline couldn't hold in her giggles as she watched Emiri sway from side to side, and she drank her own drink. Grant was so bad. She felt rather pleasant herself, but she had to admit she may have wanted to stay buzzed just to watch everyone else.
"Oh, I don't think it's his tolerance that is the problem." Nadeline told Wesley rather slyly, motioning to Grant and his smirk. "You can blame him, gods know he drinks heavily and manages to walk in a straight line still."
Said prince finished his second glass, placing it down. He felt great, and watching Jaakuna and Emiri fumble over themselves was hilarious. He leaned back, clearly more relaxed then usual, and then he got an idea. He winked at Savayna, signaling her to watch. Unlike the other two, he was still fine. For now, anyway. "Emiri, are you alright?" He asked her.
The brunette blinked her violet eyes, proccessing the question. Ten seconds, twenty, thirty, and she still hadn't answered. Nadeline raised her eyebrow in amusement, and eventually, it occured to Emiri that she hadn't answered. Emiri erupted into feverish giggles, her face red from both drunkness and embarrassment. "I-I-I'm fine. I'm so fine." She managed to tell him in between her giggles, though she then gasped. "Oh! OH you....what....what did you give me?!" She half shouted, half slurred at him. "This--This is YOUR fault!" She pointed at herself.
"You're just drunk, darling." Nadeline chimed in, nudging Wesley.
"I...am NOT drunk. I've only had...two...?" She paused, somewhat unsure of her answer.
Nadeline grinned, clearly entertained. "And what about you, Jaakuna dear?" She asked him, clearly enjoying this.
"I'm here, aren't I?" Shion pointed out, taking her finger off the glass to take another sip. As she placed it down, she tucked a stray blue hair behind her ear. She was slightly embarrassed by how intensely he was looking at her, and it was getting harder to hide it, especially when he touched her hand. She had to admit, she fully now realized exactly where Michel had gotten his charm from, because gods knew that she was able to bat him off. But Francis? He had her hook, line, and sinker. She wondered if he already knew that, though.
Meli blushed lightly, though she did lightly push Michel. "You're doing it again, that is why we can't go on missions together." She complained, trying to hide her blush. "Thank gods we're n public, otherwise you know what we'd be doing right now." She muttered, mostly to herself, though she was sure he would hear it. She let out a cough. "You're mine anyways, so I don't care, but it shouldn't interfere with work." She concluded her rant on Lola with a small huff.