Brakes stands up, concern on his denomic face. "You're not choking, are you?" He sets aside his empty drink, and his tail begins whipping around, sending chairs skidding backwards. "What's happening Borthic?" He kneels next to his drinking partner, and takes off a glove, placing his gray, clawed hand against Borthics chest and throat. "Let's get you outside." He speaks up, addressing the people in front of the door. "Move! We need to get him outside." He begins half dragging, half carrying Borthric out to the door. "Anyone want to help with this, or are you just gonna stand there as he chokes to death?"