Aaaand back to paying attention.
Del blinks a bit, shaking off an alcohol-induced haze that had been consuming his attention for the past...long while.
He vaguely recalls some thoughts about a beach and tequila, but beyond that, heck if he remembers.
The dragon-drow rubs his forehead a bit and looks around for Junior.
Where'd that psychotic dwarf go? Probably got into another fight or something...
Finding his drinking partner on the ground, head bleeding all over the place, with an unconcious...goblin? next to him doesn't really convince him that a fight didn't happen.
Judging by blood, Junior lost. At least he doesn't look dead.
Rubbing his forehead again, the fellow sets about to picking the two up off the floor (where they're at risk of being stepped on) and maneuvering them into chairs.
Neither are given a lot of care, either due to Del being a jerk or that alcohol-haze.
Just sort of casually placed into the chairs and leaned forward onto the table.
Although, he does hunt down some napkins for Junior to lay his head in. Probably enough to be a blanket, and with the resting pressure the forehead will suffer from gravity, maybe they'll even help sort of.
They'll get a few minutes, before he gets bored and tosses some water at their heads, from nearby glasses.