After a fair amount of deliberation, Yako decided that she would drop by the bar, if only to make sure the others got home in one piece. Plus, she seriously needed to relax. Between the constant nightmares and her recent late-night freak out, she deserved a little fun. Flauros' comment on her age had instilled a little guilt, but she had known girls at her school who had been drinking since they were in middle school.
It probably said something about the state of her conscience that she was trying to justify this, but Yako couldn't seem to bring herself to care. It wasn't like she was going to chug a bottle of vodka or anything, she told herself, as she entered the building she had seen her teammates heading towards.