't have it anymore. His expression is clear disappointment. Until he remembers that there's other drinks available and gets one of them. He moves against the rail and claps loudly for Sorrel's triumphant battle cry in the drinking game. "Princess Helena, give us a speech! About this--" whatever is happening here. SHE IS GIVING A SPEECH. He looks frankly, delighted that this is happen. "DAME IDA IS THE BEST NAIL SPITTER!" he calls out loudly. Then he leans over to say something quietly to Bree, raking hair away from his forehead.
This trophy is HEAVY! Rorik drops into a chair the second that he hands it off to Helena, grabbing another shot to lift the glass up in the air. "SPEECH! SPEECH SPEECH SPEECH!" he chants, pounding on the table with his other hand.
"Hurrah!" cheers Reve to the winners, his regret of loss greatly diminished due to the liberal amounts of alcohol consumed. Which he's evidently done with, because he's pitching that bottle overboard with a nice little twirl. It's just like skipping stones. "Well met and a grand goodnight to all of you. Lady Azova? Let us *not* fall into the drink." Clearly he thinks it's over, what with his departing with arms locked with Azova. SWAY. "Sea-legs," he mutters darkly, departing.
Azova has to shove her cup onto a table last minute, or else it will want up spilling everywhere with the swaying that is now occurring. "Great party!" Obviously, her escort needs an escort to make it home safely. So off they go.
Azova has left the Damsel Quarterdeck.
Reve has left the Damsel Quarterdeck.
Reve leaves, following Azova.
"Let's drink tonight! // It'll all be alright! // And we'll fart love songs to you!" Sorrel starts singing unhelpfully. "Let that one rip! // After yet one more sip! // It's how we'll know you're true!" And she's loud. She spins a pirouette holding her drink in one hand and her trophy in the other, narrowly missing clobbering Niklas in the head in the process. "For who can know love // If your lover will shove // You out of the bed // When you fart between rounds? // Love will never be found! // And you'll turn quite red! // So don't hold it in! // Farting isn't a sin!"
Sabella stares at Sorrel and then starts to laugh. And laugh. And laugh so hard that she has to abandoned her glass to Elizabetta, who fumbles with it more than enough to spill some, as the princess throws both arms around Niklas, "I'm so glad I probably won't remember this tomorrow, but my is it funny right now!"
"Oh, that's all I have," Helena says with a laugh, one hand reaching up to tuck an errant curl back from her face before fanning her warm cheeks. "Wait! but a toast. To House Kennex and the boarding party. Thank you for a lovely night, and amazing comemotive-- coremo- commemorative souvenirs to remember them by." Okay, the alcohol's hitting a little bit. She clinks her glass against Rorik's and drinks it off. She gives him a stern look. "I don't think I can say your name when I'm drunk so we need to come up with something else for you today."
Bree's mind is spinning a bit, and so the steadiness of the buildings on the dock are her study, a goofy grin at her lips all to be blamed on the drinking game. She hears Porter calling for Helena's speech and turns slowly to add her voice, "Yes! Speech, speech, speech!" she chants in encouragement to the princess, but then Porter leans in for those murmured comments, and she turns her head to offer some response, her hand lifting to grab the front of his robe again. Maybe she's telling him they're twins once more? Helena's words reach her, and she looks up to cheer, "To House Kennex!" And then to Porter, she hops up to plant a kiss right on his lips. "That's you!"
"To Kennex! To boarding!" Rorik toasts along with Helena. "To me and Porter, to Princess Helena and Prince Niklas and Princess Sabella and Princess Sorrel and Mistress Samira and Dame Bree and -" oh, goodness, somebody stop him. Here, he'll stop himself, draining his whiskey cup before he laughs over to Helena. "You can just shout at me HEY YOU! But what's so hard about Rorik? It's the easiest name /ever/."
Gianna blinks a little at Sorrel, nods, and then drains the rest of her drink quickly.
"Tears in our wake, but not while we bake," calls out Niklas to his wife who is sitting in his lap so probably doesn't need his volume to be quite that high. Then he gives her a hug before shoving her off of his lap when Gianna stops playing and goes to grab his archlute, which is like a lute but with a bit of a sarcastic tone, and begins to play. It doesn't occur to him that maybe two people don't need to be shouting songs at the same time, leading to what is likely a drunken raucous din. "They sent for the navy to come to the battle, our valiant leaders agreed! With one thousand sections in different directions.   The long and the short and the tall! 
Sir Pupsalot, a polite, tri-color corgi, Oaken, an Oakhaven bloodhound, Marie, chef of Keaton Hall, 2 Keaton Huntsmen, Gigi, an apprentice physician with attitude problems, Fidelity, a white-tailed eagle, 1 Healer Guardian arrive, following Reigna.
Samira grins widely as she listens to Helena's triumphant winning speech, her face still flushed as she continues leaning her weight against the ship's railing as if her life depends upon it. When the lyrics of Sorrel's song reach her ears, she subsides into laughter. "I've gotta remember for the next time people are drinkin' in the Murder. They'll appreciate that one." Helena's toast prompts another set of giggles as she pantomimes holding up a glass in toast in a hand that is actually completely empty. No more drinks for her. "Yeah, to House Kennex and th' boarding party! Only way the name could be easier is if you rhyme it. Lord Rord or somethin'."
Porter is speaking to Bree, looking serious until Sorrel starts to break out into song. He can't help but laugh and also start to sing along, but badly. Badly because he can't possibly know the words to the song yet, so there's a lot of him just making up his own words and stumbling through. But he's very much not sober and enjoying it anyway. At the end, he knocks back a good moment of drink. "Thank you, that was a great speech!" he calls over to Helena, smiling broadly. He laughs when Bree hops up and kisses him, hooking an arm around her shoulder after. He holds his glass up, "To boarding! To RORIK HEY YOU KENNEX, for getting the robes!"
Sabella lands in a heap at Niklas' feet, but at least she's laughing about it, clapping along with...well one of the songs. Probably.
Drake gets a messenger passed up to the Crow's Nest. He takes it, looks at it, chuckles, and pockets it, then keeps on drinking wine as the music seems to be in full force.
Niklas checked charm + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 79 higher.
"Worik." Yeah, that's not it. Helena shakes her head and laughs. "Ror. Ik." She can do it if she breaks it up. "I can't really feel my mouth, since that last drink," she says lightly. She taps her feet in time (well, maybe a little behind the beat; she's drunk) to Niklas' song. "Lord Rord!" she echoes Samira, but it still comes out with a W. Lord Ward. Poor Rorik. She probably had trouble with R's as a kid. She holds her glass up to Porter when he praises her speech. "Thank you, I worked hard on it."
Porter holds up his drink again, "Three cheers to Lord Rord!"
Rorik checked dexterity + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 26 higher.
Niklas' song is not exactly one to dance to, but as he starts to sing and Helena starts having problems with his name? He LEAPS out of his chair and tucks an arm about the princess' waist. "Let's dance!" he declares, then sweeps her out onto the deck of the ship. It's terrible music to sway to, but the giant Kennex twirls Helena around with ease and grace.
An entirely too sober looking Reigna finds her way aboard the ship, a missive held in one hand. She has a look of awe on her face at the sheer level of drunkeness on display. She's clearly looking for someone in particular, though she spies Porter first and calls from the gangplank, "