I'll drink safely, Marine agreed; I won't get drunk, Marine assured. Yet she finds herself carousing as she excitedly rocked back and forth in the bar, nearly finding herself leaning her head on your shoulder. "Just one more~" Marine whined pitifully, her fingers already clasped around her alcoholic beverage—sake in an ochoko.

While she's reveling in the beverage, all tipsy, you're attempting to keep her steady. Marine's incredibly drunk; you're incredibly sober. She's giggling and laughing, the sake almost spilling out of the cup as she sways. "We can even go home together, ehehe!" She grinned, hoping to successfully kindle your heart and let her come home with you. It's surprising she hasn't been kicked out of the bar yet, even though she walks like a newborn deer.