"Am I? You're more drunk than I am, Haruki." Blake laughed as he started to sip the sake from his cup. His legs were starting to twitch, yet he managed to hold himself with his great restraint from his years of meditation and devotion to the arcane." As he took one more cup, some it began to drop from his lips, falling like raindrops onto his chest. Be it not for his good control, that sake would have went all over his neck.<br/><br/>Haruki was pretty good at this, though Blake was thinking he had a stomach for sake. How many sake did he make? Though one jug was finished now, they barely dented the last one. "Man... I haven't been this drunk in some time now. Feel like I could just sit here and... talk about good times with you, eh?" He tried to stand up, but crawled over to Haruki's side with some space between them. "What do you think of my sake?"