Marth was on the opposite side of the courtyard that Link had started on, and like the green-clad Hylian, had been drinking way too much for his own good. It was all on account of Kenshin winning the Annual Pretty Boy Contest. Marth and Link had always been rivals and always came up first and second. But this year, Kenshin, one of the newer contestants, beat their pants off. The judges fell in love with the red-headed Batousai the first time he walked down that runway. And so in result, the old rivals were drowning their sorrows with the complimentary booze.
Captain Falcon, in the meantime, was socializing with Yoshi…although he was spending more time trying to figure out what the little green dinosaur was saying than actually having a conversation. He found an escape as he saw Marth wobbling towards them. "Ah, Marth! Come and join *me* at this lovely buffet table." Marth came over and nearly tripped on Yoshi, who glared at him angrily.
"Ohhh, yeezz… food izz goood…My likes food.." Marth drawled drunkenly, and suddenly Captain Falcon didn't think inviting Marth over was such a hot idea. He started to edge away slowly, but it was too late. Marth had raised up his sword and konked Captain Falcon right in the head, proclaiming, "I dub thee sir duke in the butt!" Falcon dropped like a stone, but Marth, taking no notice, grabbed a pastry and weaved his way back into the crowd, dubbing random people.
Alone with the Captain who had snubbed him for some drunken pretty boy, Yoshi stomped Falcon, licked up all the fruit on the table, then stalked off into the madding crowd.