Only if I ain't too far-gone myself. Though I doubt he could ever drink me under the table.

( izou's usually the one that needs a lift home... and now that the conversation's calmed down a good bit, he glances up at the worn red of the gate. tries to recall exactly how it felt to last pass through it and who he was with, planting both hands on his knees.

but it's not that important of a memory, and izou dashes it away as he rises to his feet off the bench, stretching an arm out behind him. )

Anything else you wanna know 'bout this place, or are we good to go?