Inside the corset, the tiny dragon squeaked and hissed and struggled ineffectively to escape from the sudden wetness. She was having trouble moving anyway, and was now very slippery, so her efforts were in vain. She just ended up more tangled in the corset.
All her fighting against the wet clothes mostly just tickled.
Squall missed the falconer's pauldron completely, swooped and banked, and then missed Grial completely, landing instead on the Half-orc woman's shoulder, using it's claws to keep it's balance.
The little dragon leaned in to look at Correna closer, then reared back, startled to discover that the person she was sitting on was not who she expected. She hissed indignantly, clearly upset at the trick that had been played on her.
The little dragon was drunk, and quickly getting drunker as the beer's effects hit it's tiny body. It dropped from the mug to the table in a glide that was half-fall and weaved in a four-footed stumble into Grial's hand, headbutting his palm in a demand for attention. Grial scratched the dragon's back, making it arch and rub like a cat.
It tried to climb his arm back to his falconer's pauldron, but couldn't manage it and ended up flapping awkwardly into the air to save itself from falling. It circled in a swoop that nearly had it colliding with a wall and the human woman's head.
While the lanky half-orc was distracted by the nearby females, the tiny dragon on his shoulder crawled down his arm and stuck it's face right into the mug.
The half-orc was briefly startled, then tried to shoo the dragon away from his drink. All he got for his efforts was a lot of hissing and flapping, a bite on the hand, and an angry dragon wrapped completely around the lip of the mug, using it's small wings to shield the beer from interlopers.