Tempted, you ask for a taste of whatever Satoru was drinking from his fancy little wine glass. It wasn't red like blood, rather a blackish-purple like some sort of juice.

Unfocusing his gaze from the TV, Satoru lowers a tilts the glass to your lips and allows you to try it– the liquid tasted bittersweet, yet.. old? You're not sure how to describe it but it doesn't taste good to you.

Whatever, it's probably some drink only vampires have a preference for. Satoru is one of them after all.

Yet you're not sure if it should short-circuit your memory like this, or make you feel this weird.. You only took afew sips...

It seems even Satoru noticed. "Honey, did you seriously get drunk so easily-?" He had to suppress a chuckle.

You question what he meant in a voice which definitely wasn't sober. "..Of course you'd get drunk off of afew sips, your blood is inadequate for your body." Not to mention this was also your first time drinking alcohol.