Ivan and Yao sat at the diner table eating. Yesterday, Yao had cooked, they had had a Chinese food with green tea, today Ivan had cooked Russian food and they both had a small bottle of vodka.
To be honest, Yao had never tried something as strong as vodka. His ears were pulled back in worry. But on the other hand, Ivan had said it was okay, so it was be okay, right?
Either way, he voiced his thoughts, "Ivan, are you sure it's okay, aru?"
Ivan took a long drink, downing a forth of the bottle in one sip, "Of course its okay, da~! You trust me, da~?" Ivan tilted his head to the side.
Yao nodded and took a small sip. It burned as it slid down his throat. He coughed, but he was okay.
Ivan stared intently at him, tail waving eagerly for his lover to say he liked the drink.
Yao stood up and got a glass from the cupboard and got some water. That was just a tad too strong for him…
Ivan looked a bit hurt, but shook that expression off and walked over to Yao and wrapped his arms around the smaller man's waist and smiled. "It's okay if Yao doesn't like it, da~!"