"Great. Come with me!" Dako said, taking Nyoko by the hand, a soft but firm grip. "The last thing I want to see if someone got whisked off while they were drunk." He muttered, turning his head to watch Haruki drag Blake over to his home, a small smile playing as he took a drunk Nyoko to his own. As long as no sake was not wasted on this day, he was perfectly fine. His home was not necessarily a huge one, but when it came to housing the drunk, it was slightly big enough for that. There were about five bedrooms, only two of taken. A couple who had too much, and lo and behold, Jabo as well.<br/><br/>"All right. There are five rooms in here. You're free to pick which one you prefer. Except the one that reeks of incense... That's my room."<br/><br/>Meanwhile... As he noticed Dako had taken Nyoko, he grabbed Haruki by his arm marching to his house, giving him a nearly sharp stare. "Why are we talking when we are supposed to be drinking?" He led the man into his house, placing his sake stick at the door. He took the two jugs and placed them on the table and placed six cups on the table. As he poured the sake into every cup, his only words were, "You. Me. Sake. Now."