"Oh, of course," Tzirret started to chuckle along with Ciinriel, and then began to laugh harder and harder. It eventually died down after he rolled on the floor for a moment.

Sabine accepted the bottle and took her last portion of the drink, now so desensitised that she didn't react to it at all. She placed the bottle by Ciinriel, and then leaned into Peiter. Her eyes closed and she let out a satisfied sigh, her forehead against his neck. "That was a good game."

By the time the bottle got to Tzirret after Ciinriel, he could hardly keep himself from swaying side to side. He managed to get down the rest of the bottle, but once he put it down, he sat very still. His eyes widened and he tried to breathe carefully. A few seconds later, he stumbled up to his feet and frantically sprinted for the stairs, clambering up them with hands and feet. He retched and a few yellow drops spilt from his mouth at the top of the stairs. The sound made Sabine open her eyes and look concerned. Tzirret disappeared from sight, but there was the distant sound of him emptying the contents of his stomach somewhere on the deck above them.

"We should help him," Sabine said, reluctantly separating from Peiter and trying carefully to get up, holding onto Peiter's hand. The ended up keeping her balance half way, but stumbled and fell hands first against a support. Trying to get up the stairs was a hands and feet affair for her as well. She found Tzirret with half of his body sticking out of a porthole, as she suspected, regularly tensing with his gagging and retching. It was not a pretty sight, but Sabine went up and rubbed his back while he purged, ready to hold onto his shirt if he overbalanced, not that he had the space to. "I think that drink might have been a bit too strong," Sabine commented. Tzirret only groaned in return.

Janius and Fendros continued to call out conflicting advice and sustained encouragement as Kaleeth approached the end of the round. She knew what she was doing and victory could be seen. Her opponent eventually submitted and the winners of the bets cheered.

As the bets were handed out again, Fendros did notice the suspicion of the crew rising. Before he could address it, Ra'kalesh gave his own suggestion.

Janius didn't give a clear answer, he just shrugged and motioned towards Kaleeth. "You'd have to ask her. Come." Janius walked up to Kaleeth and gave her another hug, "Well done, love!" Janius pulled away so he could talk to her bruised face with a smile. "You're earning Colours a lot of money," he laughed, before looking to Ra'kalesh and allowing him to speak.