A sweaty orc enters the cantina of the Vengeance. "Hey Ogbur! Had a tough day at work?" the bartender shouts.
"Yeah Krosh, just fixed the hull with my boys. Those stupid tarks ripped an entire layer into pieces when they warped away. Now gimme some grog, I am thirsty." Ogbur of the Welts answers. Krosh the Bartender gives him an entire barrel. Ogbur, being a regular customer, clearly did not need a cup.
The laughing and drinking went on for several hours, deep into the night. Lots of empty barrels were thrown into an airlock and blasted away, drifting towards nowhere in particular.