"Want it t' be me?" Namur leaned back- sort of- in the chair. He turned himself sideways and draped his arm over the back to do it because of his dorsal fin. His voice took on a resigned tone. "Naw, Smolt. Ain't no one else t' do it. Thatch's already halfway t' snookered, Ace's just as likely t' join him as he is t' take care a him, an' no one else that's here knows how t' handle 'em drunk. Process a 'limination, an' all that shit. Don't mean I ain't havin' fun!"