Buy her a pint or two…or twenty…

20 minutes ago, you were sweating bullets as Cana adopted a mischievous expression on her face before dragging you back into the main hall. Now, you can only watch in awe as she orders keg after keg of **** and drains them with ease. 5 barrels later and she looks nowhere near drunk. One of the guild members, a large man (on account of an inflated torso) drew the scene from behind the counter when he wasn’t getting Cana another barrel of booze. After fetching barrel number 6, you catch his attention before he resumes drawing.

“ ‘xcuse me, but is it normal for her to drink this much beer?” you ask.

“Oui.” He replies quickly.

“How is that possible!?” you shout as your eyes almost pop out of your head when she asks for another keg.

“About a fourth of all the **** the guild orders goes straight to Cana’s tab. No one’s ever been able to outdrink her, and it’s very rare to see her actually get drunk.”

Cana polishes off another barrel, waiting for the next one.

“Get me another, Reedus.”

“Pardon, but you still have an outstanding tab from a month ago.” He replies, never taking his eyes off the drawing he’s working on.

“This guy…eeeeerm…” she begins to explain, forgetting that you haven’t introduced yourself yet.

“John. John Doe.”

“Well John was nice enough to offer me as many drinks as I wanted today,” she said beaming.

Reedus stopped drawing and looked you with shock plastered on his face and then looked at you like you were the most unfortunate man alive.

“Poor moussier. You’ll be broke in no time if you offer to pay for her drinks.” A few minutes of silence pass and the sound of glass breaking is barely audible before, with a grim expression, you confess your current financial situation to the two, namely how you were broke and the last of your money went to a ticket to get to Magnolia Town.

“WHAAAAAAT!?” they shouted in unison.

Cana grabs your shirt by the collar and pulls you in closer until her face is only a few inches from yours, which has the unintended benefit of pressing her barely-clothed breasts closely against your chest.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were broke!?” she yelled at you.

“You didn’t exactly ask me how my funds were!” you yelled back.

“That’s kind of an important fact when you offer a lady a few drinks!”

“I didn’t volunteer to pay for a few drinks, and I certainly didn’t offer to pay for a few kegs!”

You both kept yelling back and forth for a good minute until a cough interrupted you both.

“Oh, it’s you Macao..” Cana replied casually, although you could catch a hint of something in her voice and posture (affection, maybe?).

“The new kid hasn’t even been here for a day yet and you’ve already got him picking up your tab for ya?” he grins.

“S-shut it, Macao. He owed me a favor, and he did say I could ask for anything…” You can feel her body start warming up, although whether it’s because of Macao or all the **** in her system finally starting to take effect, it’s hard to say. The recent addition of color on her face could also go either way.

Macao chuckles to himself before formally introducing himself to you, and you two get along pretty well. Somewhat, Cana manages to swipe another keg of beer, although you notice she isn’t going at it with the same vigor as before while occasionally sneaking peeks at Macao as you talk with him, mainly him explaining what the guild is like and a little about old times. He mentions how he was her usual drinking partner and at one point, managed to convince Cana to reduce her overall **** consumption, but at some point after getting a new girlfriend, she doubled the amount of beer she drank. He seemed completely oblivious to how the two were related, but the dots lines up pretty well in your head.

With a little persuasion, he managed to convince Cana to pay the full tab she owed. Before long, nightfall arrived and everyone began heading home. As you were one of the last to leave, no one took notice as an arm dragged you backward and into the nearby resting room.