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"Awww yeah. Thanks man." He accepted the beer gladly. Cheap, but sometimes cheap was just right.

He didn't think Bellatrix would mind if he came home wasted out of his ******** mind. Not tonight.

Through, the lady of his eyes was probably around here somewhere...

Virgo came toward him, a strange object in hand - his free one coming up to accept it. "Virgo..."

He smiled. "Thank you."

His attention went to another blonde, next. "Thisbe ! Im... glad your're okay." There was a wavering in his voice, then. Shame, pain - something like that.

He'd seen too many die, way too many... But Thisbe was alright, so he managed a smile. "...You did good, really. So, about those like-minded suckers, did you ever find some ?"

Hmmm, chips.

Hmmm, deli meat.

Really. Hesperis was so far from a lady it was hysterical. She spotted Virgo, through, and waved.

"Virgo ! Sorry, I uh. Passed out like a p***y." She said, shameful, only for her to hear. She had wanted to help, really, she had !

"What are your opinions on underage drinking," asked Gunn contemplatively, leaning her elbows on the edge of his chair with her hands folded under her chin. "Yes, or no? Because... you know, technically." She snaked a hand over towards the alcohol, the glittery orange polish on her fingernails catching the light as she tapped on a can of beer.

Virgo smiled and laughed a little. "Come back sometime, okay? That'll let you do it. You're all a part of the Surrounding now--something like honorary Zodiacs, right?" And then, quieter, she said, "Thank you."

Hesperis was offered a small disc of stone, too. "It's okay. You were strong and brave, Hesperis. Especially at the end." Even if she'd been unconscious, Virgo believed that she must have yearned for the safety of a restored Surrounding and contributed that way. So the ice-haired Page was offered a passport, too.

"Of course I wouldn't laugh," she said, shaking her head at Thisbe as she pressed a passport into her hand. "I never would have remembered what to do in time if it weren't for you."

She had a small, uncertain smile for Scylla as she offered up another passport. "Powitanie, Scylla," she said. "Thank you."

"Love and ******** hope," said Avalon, sounding nonplussed. "I've been pursuing Justice all this time and I learn that love and hope outpower it all the time?" She would have to think on this, but for right now she was keeping a firm eye out for underage drinking and maybe Cheetos. Right now she had a plate of cookies and some Sprite, but really, nothing beat Cheetos and Sprite.

Nothing. "You're buying coffee next time, though," she told Pollux. "And we need to go out to dinner."

First a trinket was being shoved in his face, and then the voice of Sailor Nemesis was assaulting his ears. Slow as his manner was, it took him a few moments to process it, and Virgo ended up having to hold out his passport for an unusually long amount of time before he finally took it gingerly in his fingers. It ended up tied into the rope that held his lamp-orb a few seconds later, and the orb itself cast a merry gold glow on the floor as he entered the room.

"Thank you," he said earnestly. His boots settled on the ground and he walked a ways in, Nemesis' persistent request following. She would have to shout at him a bit longer before he finally turned around and heard her request for drinks of the more properly spirited sort.

He tilted his head a bit, smirking. "That is what people do at parties, isn't it..." Then he scratched his head, the smirk dipping into a small frown. "I don't know of anywhere that carries 'Classy s**t,' though. Is it a problem if it's not that kind?"

God, she knew she loved mysterious space men for a reason. Her voice was bound to get sore if she had yelled at him for any longer, but that he finally heard and answered her was enough for her to forgive his slowness. She knew that sort of smirk, it was one of acknowledgment and slight pleasure in the idea. She was going to be getting alcohol! "Yes, it's what we should be doing at this party, too. Look, anything but beer. It's gross, totally ruins the evening for someone like me. As long as it's not beer, we're good. I'll consider it 'Classy s**t' if it isn't beer."

She had peeled herself a little away from Flora, mostly because she did not know whether her friend would approve of the idea of drinking. That, and she wanted to make sure that she had Kurma's attention so he wouldn't mess it up. Nemesis was not going to drink beer, the only beer she drank was Gemini's, because that s**t refilled itself. There was little that could top magical beer, after all. "I have faith in you, Kurma. You can do this. Get as much as you can. We need it."

He'd eventually started wandering around the party looking at everyone that was there. He recognized a few if not by name then by face. He'd seen them around, other battles probably, but hadn't ever gotten close. Everyone was enjoying themselves though and that was a good thing.

He was enjoying himself too and found that his feet had wandered him toward Thisbe and Virgo. He still thought the Zodiac captain had some issues but she had gotten done what needed to be done.

He looked at the captain with a slight grin. "I said your voice would be the one to do it. It made them believe." Even if it wouldn't ever work again it had worked and they'd proved that working together was powerful.

Bifröst was keeping off to the side, spinning her rings around her fingers. While she was elated they'd won, she missed her friends. She missed Raven, and Jett, and Darwin, the three people who made her feel more wanted then ever. Did she know they were alive? Oh yes, but they weren't here with her. They weren't celebrating this wonderful day with her.

Even with all the Pages and her new found purpose, Bifröst felt lonely. And she wanted to go home. Apologize to all of those who she'd let down when she'd vanished for six weeks. Hug her parents, even.

She watched from a far, constantly spinning her rings. She decided she wouldn't stay long, and slip out of one of the doors and go home.

To earth home, after a short trip to the Bifröst. Yes, that's what she'd do.

"Sweet," said Gunn, grabbing the can pretty greedily. She raided her cousin's stash sometimes, but usually her partaking of the devil's water was limited to wine with dinner. Wine and dinner, which didn't yield much in the way of a buzz; it was the food served alongside it, she thought. Unlike the others, she lacked in food to slake the edge of the alcohol. This was on purpose.

She had lit a man on fire and threw him into a giant skeleton dragon, after all. Maybe she wanted the sweet, sweet relief of drunkenness. And also the charm Virgo handed to her, which she slipped around the brooch on her chest. "Thanks," she said, cracking open her beer and looking into it with half-lidded eyes before settling in to get righteously drunk.

Virgo, for her part, simply gave the senshi of wildfire a wary look before handing off a pendant to Hephaistos. "Don't let her set anything on fire," she said beseechingly, before moving on to the next person.

"It's not good manners to deflect a compliment paid," she said, her tone chiding. "So... take care of yourself. I hope you have a good evening, and to see you soon, and get home safe."

She pursed her lips and held out a passport to the senshi in dark purple. She was still ninety-nine percent sure that she had, in fact, heard Thisbe first and this senshi had only restated the obvious while she was trying to settle things with Hematite, but... He'd helped in the end, so she would give him permission to visit the Surrounding. That was how it worked; it was only fair.