Max sighed at the argument, ready to quietly leave the room, but to his surprise Coal and Baron apologized to one another and made up- maybe there was hope for this group after all. 

He felt Lenya's hand in his own for a brief moment, long enough to give her small, warm hand a squeeze before letting go in embarrassment. Hopefully nobody else noticed. Baron commented that he might fall into a drunken stupor to celebrate, at which Max chuckled. "Hey, this stuff has to last," Max replied with a laugh, putting the bottle of slivovitz away. "We're going to have plenty of more wins to toast in the future." 

His eyes widened at the sound of Jaklo roaring in pain from the next room. "My God, is he going to be okay?"