<div style="text-align: justify;">"I... made... this sake. I can take... a giant vase of my concoction!" Blake grabbed his jugs with both hands. He was determined to show Haruki up, and prove he had the better control of his drink. After all, he did make it, but then again, it did not mean he made it too be something easy either. His sake was strong... Strong enough to nearly shatter his calm. And possibly drunken this samurai as well, who was likely able to restrain just as easily as Blake could himself. Or perhaps it was even easier because his training was all physical.<br/><br/>Either way it goes, Blake slowly held the jug to his lips, his tongue swirling in his mouth, dying to take the last of his sake down the hatch. "No... Friend. I made the wager... I should start things off."  He tipped the jug, the delicious brew flowing down his throat. A decadent waterfall raging from within his very body. <span style="font-style: italic">"You got this, Blake. You've been looking forward to tasting this all year. Even if we lose, it will better than the sake being wasted."</span> He thought to himself, his cheeks flushing a deeper red as he continued to drink.</div>