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  _{“You sure you wanna drink that fast?” Glancing over at the other, Cana felt both her eyebrows raising in both curiosity and bewilderment. Ever since their drinking competition against each other, it’s true that she’s welcomed his company during her alcohol escapades more often. However, this would be the first time he seemed to be rushing the beverages down rather than drinking them for leisure; it was more as if he were drinking them for the sole reason of getting drunk, and fast. He’s takin’ ‘em down too rapidly within too short a time, she observed, as he emptied two gourds simultaneously, and then moved for another, is he already smashed? At this rate, he’ll pass out in no time. “… Hey, did somethin’ happen on your mission today?”}

  _{“… Oi, didja hear me—” When she had received no response to her previous questions, the brunette turned her torso to face the dragonslayer, a hand reaching out to pull on his shoulder and assist him in facing her as well. She expected him to be drowsy and rather clumsy at this level of intoxication, at least. The last thing she expected was for him to be at the end of his road with drunkenness; he seemed just about ready to lose his consciousness when her hand pulled on his shoulder, and the result was Cana accidentally tugging the guy towards her, making him fall off his bar stool and thus she too off hers to try and hold him up. Shit! He’s heavy— And she herself wasn’t exactly sober, either. Instead of supporting his weight and holding him upright, she succumbed under it and fell down towards the ground with the dragonslayer falling ontop of her, both with a loud thud.}

  _{Damn it, I’m not sober enough for this, mulberry hues drifted down to the passed out man laying ontop of her, and then back up towards the ceiling, but I’m not drunk enough to pass out either. What’s a girl to do? Not worrying about waking him up - at this point, a loud train passing by probably wouldn’t wake him up - the woman pulled herself up into an upright, seated position. Maneuvering herself and the other just right, she managed to drag the both of them towards the wooden counter, so she could lean her back against the support whilst she let his head rest in her lap.}

  _{I may as well keep drinkin’ until I do pass out. Reaching over to a gourd waiting patiently on the ground, she yanks it over to her and pops the cap off. But, before taking a swig, her eyes saunter downwards to stare at the sleeping fella, his face peaceful yet euphoric in a way that only an alcoholic-induced slumber can inspire. The soft tinge of rose dusting her cheeks from intoxication deepened in colour a little as she stared. Fufufu, how cute~ Pause. Wait a second, the hell? When did iron guts get so cute, anyways? Ugh, must be the alcohol.}

  _{I need’a pass out before I do anythin’ stupid. And so, bringing the rim of the gourd to her lips, she set out to do exactly that.}