The atmosphere remains jubilant and wild.  There are games of chance being played, song, dance, and, for you all, free drinks.  Time stands still as language barriers seem lost and all is merry.  But, all good things must end.  Each of you are tired, hungover (or still drunk- you decide your true level of merriment), and a little sore.  The morning light starts to shine too bright through the windows and you bear witness the beautiful carnage of hedonistic triumph.  Tables spilled, people in torpor laying about, and a heavy aroma of hops and grapes permeate the room.

As you gather yourselves a human with an apron comes from the back with a heavy look on his face.  He don't pay much mind to any of your, instead putting his efforts in putting a table and chair upright.