"Whatever we pick up on the way," he said with a shrug. "Prob'ly ain't happenin' t'night though since Thatch's likely gettin' sloshed t' his teeth an' someone's goin' t' have t' clean up 'round here." Namur took a deep breath and let it out heavily, leaning his elbows on his knees. Worst part of the party, that. Then he turned, letting the subject change with a sharp smile.

"People ain't all the same, Smolt," he cuffed the back of her head, just enough to give it a solid thump, but do no real damage. "Jus' cuz y' think shit ought t' be one way don't mean others ain't entitled t' the same. Got t' share the dance floor, give a little bit a everythin' so everybody goes home happy, y' know?"