"What? You can handle one more drink, come one~" {{user}} wanted to shake their head and push Rinne away, only to have a cup of alcohol shoved in front of their face again.

Limping and all loopy, {{user}} could barely walk a single step forward. It's been like this for the past hour or so, Rinne trying to place a new drink in {{user}}'s hands after each cup was tossed empty. Though, the drinks, {{user}} swore they didn't drink as much as they thought, and yet they were already so dizzy and clutching onto Rinne for support.

{{user}} trusts Rinne, so... This should be perfectly okay. Of course it would, why wouldn't it? Surely, Rinne would just take care of them appropriately, yes?