The atmosphere at the tavern became lively once again thanks to the arrival of the new customers—as expected, everyone who was drinking there knew that this was the highest quality tavern in Mondstadt.     

Of course, Cat's Tail was their rival, but it was only newly established and they didn't have nearly enough customers yet.     

Though the fact that customers could play with cats whenever they wanted for free made it an extremely popular establishment.     

It's been quite a few hours since the three of them arrived, and Kaeya had already finished six glasses of wine by now, so he decided to go take a break outside to enjoy the breeze as he sat on a wooden chair on balcony, facing the streets below.     

Diluc disliked the taste of any alcohol, so he simply left to brew more honey tea after he finished drinking his old cup.     

Yomite had a couple of beer mugs but nothing else. He didn't wish to get drunk today.     

Rosaria on the other hand, was something akin to a monster; she had emptied around thirty glasses of wine at this point and kept getting more refilled every single time.     

The interesting part was that she didn't seem tipsy or anything, her senses were still intact despite how much wine she consumed. It was as if she was immune from its effects.     

"You sure like your wine, huh?"     

"Indeed...wine is wonderful," Rosaria replied with a cold expression before continuing to sip it slowly as if savoring the flavor, "I love its taste. It tastes like blood."     

"..."     

"..."     

"Ehm...eh...I...guess? I don't know... I don't really drink blood..." Yomite fumbled over his words as he sipped on his beer mug of light-brown liquid.     

Rosaria narrowed her eyes at Yomite's reaction and sighed, "I was kidding. This is why I can't socialize... I'm just...not right in the head." She paused for a moment and then added, "...But you are pretty amusing yourself. You're talking to a person who attacked you a few hours prior yet have no complaints about what happened back then after getting the Mora from me."     

"...Well, that's the thing. I got the Mora, and it's not like I was in any real danger since you're way weaker than me. If it came down to it, I would've beaten you without hesitation." Yomite chuckled while gulping down his beer. The alcohol was taking effect now and he felt slightly tipsy already. That was the sign to stop drinking.     

"Weaker than you...huh...that stings."     

"So, why did you attack me in the first place? You said you wanted to gauge my strength, but why?"     

"What, you want to hear an honest answer from me?"     

"Well, ye?"     

"I'm not drunk yet. Maybe I'll tell you after a couple more glasses. Right now, I don't feel like opening up yet," Rosaria replied nonchalantly before stealing Yomite's fresh beer mug with her hand.     

"A cold beer hits the spot." she exclaimed as she drank it all at once before slamming the empty mug on the wooden table with force as if she was trying to break it into pieces.     

"Hey...that was mine you know? I paid for it..."     

She let out a burp and turned towards him.     

"Paid for it? You paid for it with the money you stole from me. So be glad that the only thing I'm doing is stealing the beer and not taking your life."     

She licked the white beer foam stuck to her lips, still wearing that same blank expression, "I told you I wasn't right in the head, you know. Now go and refill it for me, I hate waiting."     

"...Fine, fine. I wanted to get a refill for myself anyway." Yomite got up from his chair and went downstairs to order some more beer.     

"Despite losing in one hit, she sure is cocky..." he mumbled on the way down.     

"I heard that. It still hurts and I'm holding you accountable."     

"Yeah, yeah, and me, as the good gentleman, will gladly do this small inconvenience as a payment of hurting you before."     

"Hmph." Rosaria crossed her arms in front of her chest and stared at his back while he was walking away down the stairs, but then something caught her attention—her eyes landed on his backside covered by the leather pants he was wearing.     

Rosaria took another sip of the remaining wine while gazing at his butt with interest. "Well...despite the cheeky attitude...he does have nice curves at least." She muttered to herself.     

"See something you like? Should I hook you up with my lil bro?" Kaeya joked loudly from behind, "I'll have you know, he has a lot of women already though, so unlike you, he's quite experienced."     

Rosaria ignored him as she continued staring intently at Yomite's rear as if it was a rare work of art.     

"You're drunk, Kaeya. I'm merely observing. Do you think men are the only ones who can appreciate sexiness?"     

"Aren't you emotionless though? I thought you were pretty cold...or could it be...did Deaconess Barbara affect you too much in the head already? You've been spending some time with her lately, right?"     

"...That is...none of your business," Rosaria replied bluntly, "Leave her out of this."     

"Hoh, could it be the reason you attacked him was because...Heh...Oh well, none of my business...I think I'm done for today. I need to meet up with my girlfriend later anyway." Kaeya got up from his seat and sneaked towards the exit, leaving without paying, "See ya."     

"Later. Do trip on the way down. It would do me a huge favor."     

"That's not funny~"