Cain wakes up the next morning with the sun shining directly in his eyes, gathering his wits to recall what happened at the party. The dwarves had a new and improved whiskey for high-level transfers that Cain sampled an entire cask of, and things got a little blurry after that.
Cyrene is still wrapped around his waist, and Laura is sitting on his shoulder, playing cards with her clone, so Cain is pretty sure that things didn't go too sideways while he was drinking, but he realizes quickly how easy it would be to slip back into his past life's bad habits after a little setback like this.