"One pint, on the way, sir." Laura replied, the man had already turned to help the latest sodden heap. At least some of the patrons were taking care of each other - saved her from having to grab some help to grab him out. Her return journey took her past the halfling, Dainya, again, to retrieve yet another empty mug, ignoring some other yells. High tippers got better service.<br/><br/>"Laura, mistress." She said politely as ducked her again and made her way back to the bar.