"Aye, we get along fine--" Kali manages to get out in response to Carrhae before Misha surprises her with a headlock, the pirate's eyebrow twitching at first is annoyance as her lone cyan eye glints just a tad bit brighter.

Athletics: 15

"Cute."

With the many years Kali had been living she had been in countless headlocks, this one being absolutely no different, but she found herself getting irritated at the poor display. In one fluid motion, the hybrid broke free of the headlock, managing to not only get the paladin off her, but also got her held down roughly with her arm twisted behind her back and her face held down on the table with her other free hand. As she now stands behind the red-head, breaking a second from glaring at the back of her head to look at the others, Kali mutters a "Sorry, excuse me," to them before leaning down over Misha, making sure to put most of her weight on top of her before whispering: "You're gonna have to try a little harder than that to get me, ya little red *****."

After making sure her words got through the others head, she releases her grasp and clasps her hands together to address the others with a genuine smile. "Hope that clears up any one of you thinkin' you could pull some stupid shit like that on me, yeah? Good." She turns her head and yells: "Indigo! How's dinner comin' along? You need help?"

Misha leaned up from the table, smiling, then eventually laughed. Misha loved it, but forgot about a barbarians ability to rage. Kali was strong, just a tad bit stronger than her, and clearly, knew how to wrestle. Finally, someone worthy of her strength other than Carrhae. It was attractive, and Misha was no quitter.

"I won't hef to try THAT much harder, you are weak like newborn." she clearly teased. "Next time, I don't go so easy, ya? Deedn't want to embarrass you een front of kapitan."

As much as Carrhae likes Misha, she can't help but feel a little bit of satisfaction when Kali out-wrestles Misha, as she had put Carrhae in a similar situation more than a few times during her training on Acheron. "So you were holding back when I challenged you to that arm-wrestling competition?" She says, smiling at the barbarian. 

“A crippled pregnant old goblin grandma is stronger than you, red,” She shoots back to Misha with a playful grin, but her look softens when she replies back to Carrhae. “Just a tad bit, yeah, you caught me on a good day to be fair.”

”Not very nice to talk about your pregnant mother like dat, Kali. Im sure she ees lovely blueberry.”

“If my mother is pregnant in the grave that would be something I’d need to see with my own eye,” She chuckles as she settles back down in Misha’s seat. “She ain’t blue either, but nice try!”

"Uch, that best you can do? Regardless, was terrible come back, ya?" Misha admitted, "Let us just turn a blind eyepatch and see ourselves to another drink, eh? Or, in your case, see half." she took another glass of rum, sat back down on Kali's lap, and downed the rum. 

"Sana, could you show us one of those card games you know? It'll be a fun way to pass the time while we wait for Indigo. And it's perfect that Erriviel's here, since he can stop me before I gamble away all of the gold."

Sana grins widely. "Absolutely! How much do you want to leave up to Tymora?"

"Let's start with five gold, since I'm new to this."

Sana nods. "And how random would you like the chances to be? We can play a more strategy focused game, or one that's complete luck! The luck ones are usually easier to learn."

"Luck. I've just had four glasses, I am in no state to make strategies." 

"Another glass?" Misha offered happily to Carrhae, finishing her 15th. "For luck, ya?"

Carrhae knows that Misha's genetic coding stops her from getting drunk or suffering from alcohol poisoning, but her jaw still drops when she sees that Misha has had almost four times as many drinks as she's had and is drinking another one. "Sure!" Carrhae clinks glasses and downs her fifth. She starts to have a hard time focusing on things, as if the world is spinning. Or maybe it's her. "So you don't feel even the teensiest bit tipsy? At all? Or even like you have to go to the bathroom? Wow." If Indigo brings out wine with dinner, I'm going to be dancing on the table before the night is over.

Misha clinked her glass with Carrhae, and smirked proudly as she shook her head no. "Not even the leetleest beet." she professed. She was about to say something else, but her eyes crossed the slightest and she shivered. "I do, however.." she whispered, leaning in, "hef to pee very bed. I be right bek."

She got off Kali's lap and head towards the ladies room.

Once again, Sloop stumbles down the stairs...more slowly this time.  Looking quite green, with hair matted down his front, with what appears to be the contents of his lunch.  Bumping into Misha as she rushes to the bathroom, Sloop makes a pathetic attempt to act as if everything is fine:  "How you doin', sugar?"

Stumbling back into the galley, he manages to slump down at a chair at the far end of the table, closest to the kitchen, and heaves a sign of relief as the room finally stops spinning.  Trying to focus on the door leading into the kitchen, he pays no notice to the card game about to begin at the dinner table.

"Oh. Wow. You're uh, definitely not drinking rum again. That was a bad move on my part. Oops. You can have water or milk from now on. Tomorrow, when you're bathed and have gotten the alcohol out of your system, you start working with Indigo. She'll be up early to cook breakfast, so make sure to get to bed early tonight."

As Misha was heading to the ladies room, "Ah!" Misha laughs as Sloop bumps into her. "Eet is leetle cabin boy who cannot hold leequor!" She lets out a loud laugh, gets up, and ruffles his hair on the top of his head lovingly. "How ees leetle Poopy sloop, ah? Is he- snif snif." Her nose wrinkles and she leans back a bit, hitting the wall gently. "By Bane's Feest, how can cat make such smell! When I come back, we give you bath, ya? EEeuch!"

Misha returned not too long from using the bathroom and walked over to Sloop Dogg.

"Ok, keetee!" she said, and grabbed Sloop by the nape. She lifted him up with one amazingly chiseled arm out of his chair and he went immediately limp like he was paralyzed. "Time for wash! Ees rude to eat meal with such steek. And you steenky keetee!" She kept him away from her as much as possible with a wrinkled face and left the room to go topside to find a tub, soap, towels, and water. Sloop wasen't keen on baths, so he tried to get away a few times, but Misha grabbed him and was patient. "Now, now, keetee, stay! Come, into bath!" she gently warned him. Like a mother giving her child a wash, Misha stood, turned away, and waited for him to undress - yes, she held up a towel - and then kneeled, took the brush with soap, lathered it up, and started scrubbing him until he was nice and clean. She wrapped the towel around him again, told him to dress up, and to meet them back again for the meal. She dumped the barrel of water out, hung up his clothes, and cleaned up the area.

She came back down into the dining room, dusting her hands off, and smiled. "Keetee clean!" she announced.

Sana grins and looks at the people around the table. "Okay, so War. Basically, I deal out the whole deck evenly to everyone, and you shuffle your hand. Each round, everyone puts down the top card of their hand, face up. Whoever has the highest number takes all the cards, and whoever gets the whole deck first wins. Or, since that can take a while, whoever has the most cards when we end the game wins!"