[ Yoimiya probably should be a bit more mindful about his warning. The strong taste of the Fire-Water scorches her tongue with a hefty heat unlike any Inazuman sake and she can already feel it taking a dozy on her. There's no way she stands a chance against a guy who is used to the liquor of his homeland. But... this impish blonde is also a competitive little brat and when she sees Ajax down his fourth shot, she can't let this unspoken competition between them slide.

She's quick to tip her head back for a third shot and once it's downed, an invigorating sigh passes from her lips. The alcohol has perked up her spirits, giving her the energy boosts she needs. There is just one problem... the impish brat from Inazuma isn't nearly as used to its prominent taste as the country boy from Snezhnaya. She can feel a buzz hitting her system and a heat flushing her cheeks but Yoimiya still has it in her to keep going. In typical brat fashion, a smug smirk is sent his way as she slides the glass towards him for yet another shot. Keep it coming, boy. ]

Your assessment is spot on Mr. Volkov Ajaaax! [ Don't mind the slight slur in her voice as she speaks. She's fine. It's fine. ] Nothing beats partying with friends.

[ Before taking the next shot, she reaches over to down another sip of ginger ale. ]

What about you? You seem like the kinda guy who is fun at parties.