Between heavy breathing over the edge, Tzirret spoke roughly, "This one should not have had that last drink..." Tzirret then flailed behind himself with one hand to try and swat away whatever was holding onto his tail, but he was not even close to reaching Peiter. Without any coordination, he kicked with one leg and ended up pushing Peiter away and himself nearly over the edge. Sabine caught Tzirret's shirt, but not before the slack on his tail tightened and sent a shock up his spine. He yelped and scrambled back onto the deck properly, turning and revealing a tear-strewn, exhausted face with some remaining flecks of vomit clinging around his mouth and under his nose. He started to slide his back down against a crate onto the floor, but Sabine caught him under the shoulder.

"Let's take you to your hammock, Tzirret," Sabine said, still slurring with her drunkenness, but sounding matronly enough for Tzirret to comply. With Peiter's help, Sabine and Tzirret helped each other for support so they wouldn't fall down the stairs, and they raised Tzirret into his hammock where he promptly fell asleep, snoring loudly. With that done, Sabine put her arm around Peiter and turned around to Ciinriel. "How are you? Do you need to vomit?" Sabine was too drunk to be subtle.

Now a little more interested in the fights, Fendros stayed with Colours to watch the next one. Janius sat down next to Kaleeth, still smiling from the show she put on. "In an arena?" He asked, looking at her with a raised eyebrow, "They had little competitions like this in the fighters guild, but that had different rules - no, more rules, rather. We fought with practice weapons as well as bare knuckle." Janius laughed through his nose quietly, his mood was lifted by Kaleeth's smiles, "It seems like you're enjoying yourself. How is it different to what you expected?"