"I ween?!" Misha cried, completely disbelieving.

Sana grins and hands over her money. "Yeah Misha, you win! Nice one!"

Wolf has been standing to the side back against the wall so the “good doctor” cannot sneak up on him. His rum long gone and he has been itching to get another glass. However, his instincts have been telling him to not move. But the need was getting to great as he’s been watching the woman knock back drink after drink. Deciding if he was quick and quiet he could refill his glass and move where he could be safe. With a nod and determination Wolf quickly and stealthily as he can manage attempts to grab more alcohol and then head back towards the wall and into a safe position. 

Stealth: 17

Misha arm pumped and was VERY happy. "YES!!" she laughed in delight. "Very gled changing Sana showed Misha thees game! Very fun!"

"Th-Third times the charm." Carrhae reaches into her pouch and drops some more coins on the table without counting.

Misha reached into her daisy dukes and plunked down another 5gp. She turns to Carrhae.

"Ya!" She said, "Third time ees-" then she startled, "Bane's Command!" she exclaimed. "You do not look so good, Kapitan." She did her best to look concerned, but had trouble holding back a laugh. "Other drink may help problem, ya?"

For the last round, she took her cards.

God of WAR: 19

Her smile faded into sadness, and her shoulders sank. Her lips wrinkled into a grimace, and it was clear she lost this turn.

Sana smiles and tosses 5 more gold in as the next round starts.

War!: 8

"I'm fine. It's just been a few years since the last time I got drunk. It was in some town, Red March or something."

War: 20

"Looks like I win...somehow," Sana laughs.

“Good show!” Kali claps with a grin before pouring two more glasses of rum and ever-so-sneakily sliiiides them over to Carrhae. “You’re fine, lass, take a load off, Kali will take good care of ya if you get too crazy, yeah?”

"I really shouldn't." Despite this, Carrhae still drinks both glasses, not wanting to disappoint Kali. "You know where my room is in case I pass out, right? Now what was the name of that town again? Red Marsh? Red Lake?" As Carrhae ponders, she puts her feet up on the table, boots and all.

"Red Larch, Kapitan." Misha reminds Carrhae, downing another drink. "Excellent games, ladies! Don't spend weenings all een one place, ya?" She chuckles.

"Ah yes. Thank you Misha, I'm glad you remembered that from the stories I told you. That was the first time I ever got drunk. They just kept giving me food and liquor, because boobs." Suddenly Carrhae doesn't feel so good. She awkwardly runs up the stairs, bumping into things the whole way. The sound of her vomiting on the deck can be heard from below. She leans heavily on the staircase as she comes back down. "Ok. Now really, no more drinks. I probably shouldn't have had this many."

Kali had been in the midst of pour another two drinks on the table when Carrhae came back from hurling her insides on the topdeck, sliding them over to her. "Nah, you're fine."

"Kali, I can't look you in the eye, I can't walk without bumping into something and I feel weird. I think I should stop. And...I think that you should carry me, since I can't walk and you're really strong." 

Misha gives Kali a wicked smirk, and leans into her. "What are you trying to do, blueberry? I can read your intentions. Hold steel." Misha closes her eyes, and places a finger on her temple, and places another finger on Kali's temple. After a few seconds of deep concentration, she removes her hand and laughs. "No, I cannot! I keed! Looks like you get to take Kapitan to bed! Tuck her een tight, ya?" she laughs, nodding to Carrhae goodnight. "See you tomorrow, comrade Kapitan."

Carrhae tries to suss out whether Kali is trying to make a fool out of her. 

Insight: 21

Erriviel gives Kali a knowing look as she slides Carrhae more drinks and arches an eyebrow as she leaves the table to go mess up the deck. As he sees Kali pour two more for Carrhae, an invisible force pushes both drinks out of the captain's reach.

"I pity the poor soul who has to clean up there. As entertaining as the evening has been, perhaps we should cut back on the drinking so that the chef does not find us all a mess when she brings out the meal she is so painstakingly preparing. That is certainly something I am looking forward to.

"I don't need to go to bed Misha. I just need to stop drinking. And besides, I'm the Captain of this ship. I go to bed when I want."

As Carrhae talks, Misha goofily imitates her and tries to stifle a snort of a giggle. "Of course, Kapitan. You are boss." she says, and raises her hand to get her attention. "And, I am over here."