Well this was being a very good night for all of them so far. Right at midnight, Brodie had seen Jamie's wink and had given him a smile of his own - a very broad smile, very unusual. He had been looking up at the confetti when the floor seemed to have disappeared completely, and he fell to the floor, his back tossed against the bench he'd been sitting on. Brodie let out a yelp of pain - but maybe he hadn't broken any ribs.
His drumset had been nailed to the floor, of course, but it didn't stop some of the components from proceeding to fall on his chest as he tried desperately to maintain his balance. "AH, FUCK!" He screamed, and rolled into a sort of fetal position before being mercilessly tossed against a wall when the ship shook again. He stayed put for a bit, unsure of whether he was actually going to pass out or not, as the pain on his ribs was night unbearable at this point.