See Chapter 1 for the disclaimer and general info.

Writers: Me then Trace

Raith had decided that the floor was comfy, really comfy, even his bed at the Keep, or the town house, or the Estate, or that place in Pruul, or any of the others he owned, was, at this moment, not as comfy as the floor.
"Can't I jus' stay here." He muttered, slowly shutting his eyes. Yeah real comfy. He snuggled closer to the floor and was happily about to nod off apart from there appeared to be screaming from up on high, what the hell was someone screaming at him for? Bastards didn't they know this was his night off?

"Go away," he mumbled hardly more than an exhale of breath. "I'ma sleepin."
It didn't work, they just kept making noise. Which was bad. Then the floor shook as if some hefty Eryien had landed next to him. What the? Raith cracked an eye open to see Kin giggling on the floor next to him.

What the hell was the Eryien doing next to him in his bed?
Raith's mind suddenly presented a possibility, everyone knew which way Kin swung when it came to sex, ie, BOTH WAYS, and wanted to fuck.
Raith leapt up, eyes wide, totally ignoring the Prince, who looked like he could decide between looking contemptuous and yelling at them and lurched horribly grabbing onto the bar for support.

"Pish of." Raith muttered as he dragged himself up, whether at Kin or the Prince and Margie it was hard to tell, but as his eyes drew level with the collection of drinks on the bar he forgot everything else and took two attempts to grab one of them.
The bar man had disappeared, sensible bloke.
"ALCOHOL!" Said Raith, all smiles, and downed the one in his hand noisily, dripping green syrup over the shirt.

That was it, the Prince went for him, hands extended ready to throttle the Warlord Prince in front of him, though as fortune would have it that was the moment when the cruise ship decided to cast off, the slight lurch wasn't enough to dissuade the Prince from his trajectory but it was plenty for Raith to become unbalanced and pitch over sideways.
The man when flying over his head, hit the bar and disappeared over the top in a flail of legs and yelling.

Raith cheered and then realised who that man had to be going for and poked Kin "You she tha? Tha' man tried to keel me! KEEL ME DEED! Cant 'av tha'. Thas a af'runt to Hayll, we shud 'av 'im."
He looked blearly at the women who stood in front of him, trying to decide if there was just the one or two.
"Can we kill 'im, love? Loves?" He said wobbly covering all bases.
Raith head pitched horrible for a moment as the ship left the harbour and hit open water and he caught sight of where they were, which wasn't near land.

"OH bad!" He said, staggering up, and stumbling over Kin and out the bar towards the railing, leaving the Eryien with the Prince and his women. "OH BAD BAD BAD!! NO NO, NO MOVING!!" he screamed waving his hands wildly at the sea like it would help. The ship hit another wave, Raith dropped and hauled himself up again and took back to flailing madly.

"WE'RE GOIN' THE WRONG WAY!!!"

KIN! He howled with not enough presence of mind to focus the thoughts down to one mind, WRONG WAY! WRONG WAY! He pushed himself off the railing and staggered off at unexpected speed with a abrupt decision to find the Captain and explain that they had to head back to dock, pausing only breify to grab a drink out a passengers hand before pitching off down the deck again.

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Kin giggled. Hard. He giggled until he almost puked. Raith was talking but he couldn't understand a damn word he said, he just reached up and grabbed another drink from the bar, downing it before grabbing another one. "Un forz you," he held it out to Raith but when Raith didn't take it, he downed it himself. "An two forz me." He grabbed the two remaining drinks off the bar and drank one down, and than took a breather, drinking the other one just as quickly.

Hauling himself up to the bar he peeked over it, looking for the bartender. "Wherez arez you?" He singsonged, trying to locate the asshat that was supposed to be making them drinks. Now that Raith was occupied with one angry passenger and his fat wife, Kin sneaked off, crawling down the bar and around the corner until he reached the other end where he crawled behind the bar and knelt up, looking through the alcohol that was there. "Soz thiz iz wherez they be hidin ta gud chit... shame shame." He almost fell back as he reached back and grabbed a bottle of something he'd never seen before, ignoring the label that said "Serve to only Blood that wear the Gray Jewel or higher."

Without a second care, he downed the bottle, guzzling it like it was water. When he was finished, Kin's eyes crossed and his stomach felt like it was on fire. He shook his head trying to clear it, a sound rolling in his stomach like it was going to blow up. Finally, the air pushed to the surface and Kin let out a roaring belch that almost knocked him over. "Whew, tha dar felz bettur."

KIN!

WRONG WAY! WRONG WAY!

Kin's head snapped up and he looked around. They were going the wrong way? No, the alcohol was here, Raith was the one heading the wrong way. He looked around and spotted another bottle of alcohol. Picking it up he read the label. "Fire water?" He twisted it and turned it in his hand. "Fire." He laughed. Hadn't they had a fire somewhere? He cocked his head and thought for a moment before uncapping it and downing it.

Kin threw the empty bottle over his shoulder and went in search for more but before he did, the heat hit him. Fire water. He started panting and his tongue came out, his hand waved in front of his tongue to fan the heat off of it.

He jumped up and almost fell down, but grabbed hold of the bar to steady himself. "FIRE FIRE!!!!" He used blew out in short puffs as he rolled across the bar and onto the floor. "FIRE FIRE IN THE HOLE!!" He was pointing at his mouth that was wide open.

FIRE!! he sent out, trying to reach Raith and reaching everyone else as well.

Suddenly panic started. He saw everyone running around him, looking for a place to get out of the bar and onto the deck. "Fire, ober here." He pointed to his mouth, no one paying attention to him anyway.

He felt hands on him and two men jerked him to his feet. "Fire, there's a fire in here, we need to get out." He screamed over the chaos.

"There is?" Kin tried to look around but the two men were hauling him out of the bar and onto the deck. While people were trying to figure out where the fire was, Kin wandered up the deck and cocked his head so he could hear better. "Hula music. DANCE!!!" He started toward it. "I wanna daynse."