The massive BBQ did not end until late at night.
Britain's liquor reserves were running critically low; they had basically been drunk dry in a single evening.
For the Knights of the Round Table, although the ritual to revive their king had failed, taking down Vortigern was still worth celebrating, so they drank to their hearts' content.
Plenty of people got drunk. Some had already collapsed like mud and were snoring away, some began making drunken scenes, and others started blurting out truths under the influence.
Sigma was wildly confessed to by the drunken Bride, yet he ignored her and instead turned to Moonlight for archery tips.
Bride immediately bristled, deciding that Moonlight was her romantic rival, and challenged her on the spot.
Moonlight was not one to avoid trouble either. Three parts drunk, she accepted immediately.
Where there was one, there was a second. The Artorias themselves had never gotten along particularly well.
Before, they had been united against a common enemy. Now that the crisis was over, their stomachs were full, and they had had a little to drink, the Artorias needed some exercise to digest their meal.
Piercer could not stand Gandalf and considered this Caster a heretic.
Dragon Knight and Bestialization squared off because the other woman had actually set her sights on her mount.
Son of Light and Son of Darkness were fated enemies to begin with and started glaring at each other.
Only Shadow of King Hassan had turned into a shadow and continued wandering from table to table, seemingly still unsatisfied. It looked like she had successfully inherited the king's stomach.
Human nature was to enjoy a spectacle without fearing that things might get worse.
Where there was a fight, there would be spectators. Before long, the BBQ had transformed into an arena