4 obvi

I'm not nervous. [The gremlin grouches, even as she sinks further into her corner. This was a bad idea. She knew this was a party--she had seen the invite go out to the entire network. Why on earth did she think she could do this?

But Yusuke was being insistent on her having some sort of fun, it would seem. She really didn't want to let him down, especially after the week they've had. So, with some trepidation she reaches out for the offered drink, eying the color suspiciously before taking a deep gulp--the taste wasn't bad, but that burning sensation was something to get used to.]

Inari, what is even in this stuff?