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If there was one person she could count on for a friendly welcome from, it was Howlite. Even if she'd hated a person (which, thus far, Howlite had proven incapable of), she'd grin and bare it if it was her role to do so. However, Howlite didn't dislike Leto, at all. One might even say she DID like her.

A gloved hand shot out, resulting in a comrade's grip before becoming some sort of complicated handshake. "Hey, girl." She grinned. "You look like s**t." The freckled blonde would still hit that, though, and not in the way her fellow Generals would have preferred.

Speaking of parties, though, she raised her brows to the lieutenant, amused. "Now that'd be a sight. Me, though, I'm going to find someone warm to crawl into bed with and pass out."

Simple agenda for the remainder of her evening, but Howlite was a simple gal.

The pizza, Bismuthite had no problem with - free food was never turned away. The beer however...well, he'd have to have Wolframite thoroughly clean his mouth when they got home. When it came to alcohol, Bis was picky. If it tasted like piss - and dear lord did beer ever - he wouldn't touch it.

"I'm surprised the traitor hasn't already been taken care of. Doesn't seem like something the Negaverse would let go so easily," Bismuthite replied to Wolframite in reference to Lina.

Looking back, he couldn't see why something would be so easily let go - they'd been quick enough to throw them through some wacky door back when a small group of them initially rejected the alliance with the DMC as some sort of punishment. It seemed uncharacteristic to let a known traitor walk amongst the forces of Light.

But then again, he wasn't in any position of power, so it wasn't his call to make.

Bismuthite showed little enthusiasm at the toast - like a few others, he would never fully accept the DMC. He was still waiting for the day they turned on the Negaverse. It made things tense, but...it was to be expected.


Now at Howlite's notion of crawling in to a warm bed with someone, that was something he could agree with. He looked over to Wolframite, a devious smile on his face, but then turned back to his pizza. Bismuthite did try and stay on his best behavior in uniform, but just this once, with the lightness of this gathering, he thought he might take his chances.

"Not sure about passing out, but a warm bed does sound nice, doesn't it, Wolfy?" Again he grinned at his General.

Bismuthite would feel a nice high heel hit his shoe firmly at that comment, while Wolframite chewed on a piece of crust. "I'd rather take a shower and sleep." He glanced to the pink-clad officer who he was currently grinding his heel into in a way that said This is the office. Mind your rank. "Maybe your can help Howlite out?"

Was Wolframite joking? Maybe it was the beer. It certainly didn't taste too terrible after tasting blood and starseeds. In fact, he was rather thirsty.

Bismuthite was thankful for the thick toe of his shoes, but the tightness did make him wince a little. Still, it was amusing. He always did like ruffling the general's feathers.

"No matter how much she may look like a guy, still not my type. No offence, General Howlite," He looked to the general as he offered the quick apology, "Maybe you'll change your mind later," Bismuthite said again to Wolframite.

All in good humor. Maybe he liked the abuse.

"Not my type, either." Howlite's wry tone lacked any trace of an insult, and the blonde instead finished her second beer. The Captain was clearly Wolframite's pet, albeit not the smartest pony to keep in his stable. Fortunately enough for the pink cowboy and his beribboned boyfriend, she was extremely difficult to offend.

"Someone's got to play 'boy' around here." Her raised brows implied the real men were often busy doing something else. Getting to her feet, Howlite cut her participation in the afterparty short.

"I'm out, y'all. Leto, if you want a 'port somewhere on my way, let me know. I just need to chat with Zink for a minute."

The lanky General moved away, to set up a time to discuss the night's events with the General-King. They had a lot to talk about.

"Maybe." He told Bismuthite, before glancing as Howlite and Zinkenite left the table. One had to wonder what they were talking about to need to be excused from the table, but he tried not to make it personal. Instead, he set the can of beer down and then touched one of the blades he had sitting beside him, before pressing his hand on the design and watching them vanish.

"I wonder if the senshi will have fewer meetings. Could help keep them from being organized." He mused, before picking up his pizza again.

"Or they could try and see if we do it again and set up a trap." He was always wary of traps these days. Everything could be a trap or go badly, and he was glad that this one had been an advantage for their side. In all, it was their victory, but he couldn't help but dwell on the dangers of their actions. There was always repercussions, and he always wondered what the other side would do.

Touching his brow, he glanced down the table. "We haven't had parties like this in a long time." When was the last time they had a pizza party? When Nealite was still around? That thought stung hard. So many of them were gone. So much had changed. So many long since buried or...turned traitor. The old group he was joined into as a rookie were just ghosts. He was a General now, Zink was a General-King, and Lina was gone.

Rubbing his good eye, he breathed out. "I feel old."