He managed to catch himself on a table, spilling drinks and startling the ponies seated there and pushed himself upright and, for the first time, took in the crowd that was currently looking at him, slack-jawed. The first thing he noticed, oddly enough, was almost all of them were fully or partially clothed, there a tunic, there a scarf, coats, hats and what have you. They were an eclectic bunch, all of them ponies: pegasi, unicorns, and earth ponies. Most of them had some form of small weapon visibly within reach, knives, polearms a couple of ponies with swords, some even with hoof-hilts like Jacques. One of them even had what looked like a modified gryphonic arquebus, its trigger guard and trigger changed to better fit a hoof. Other firearm bearers had variations of the shoot sticks he had seen in Canterlot, though shorter.