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Themis. The senshi of Noise. An eternal now if the power was anything to go by. A brief encounter months ago, but time was a changer for everyone. And now with nothing but time on his hands, Castor was able to focus or rather redirect himself. Senshi s**t was easier then his love life. It always was...(Sort of). Still, another eternal menshi was a cause to celebrate. Few menshi he knew, much less as eternals. Taranis, and well...Tarana**. Atlas was still super last he knew of, and he vowed more weenie roasts. It had been too long since he'd celebrated a menshi's rise in power.

Even if he didn't know Themis.
At all.
Or thought that having a weenie roast on top of a building was a bad idea.
Or that the beer was a good idea.

He just figured that Themis is a menshi eternal and thus, they ought to get together to celebrate. And talk. And maybe bond over weenies. What type of man could resist a nice long, thick, meaty, weenier?

Castor hoped Themis liked weeniers, because he had tons waiting for the senshi of noise.

Running up towards the signal, Castor was grinning like a fool. A menshi on a mission. A mission of bro time with buttwings. Peering over the edge of a building Castor figured it was now, or never. "Themis right?" Not even hesitating he jumped down from the building, almost landing in someone's trash. Now that wouldn't have a first. "You dusted a youma?" The pile was typical. And if Themis had taken care of the youma, the area would be clear. No need to worry. Besides, they were eternals. They were menshi eternal. Badasses of bad.

"Oh sorry, almost forgot. I'm Castor, senshi of hail." A hand waved, a grin on his face. Lifting his cellphone the senshi's smile was all but stuck. "A little blip told me there was another eternal menshi in town and man I couldn't help it. It was too good of an opportunity. I mean, seen you in passing, but hey, never really got a chance to talk. But you're an eternal. So I figured we should celebrate."

Did he ever stop? No, he never stopped. "The ranks of the menshi are going up in the world. And dude, you have no idea how happy this makes me. The more guys with a** wings the better."

Castor stood there, like a dork, as if waiting for some kind of enthusiastic reaction. Because he was just that excited.

If Themis knew just what Castor had in store he might had turned the other way and never looked back. But it was too later. Castor had found him. And Castor was persistent and would celebrate the night one way or another over one thing or another. "Themis my bro, I have a weenie with your name on it." That was perhaps the gayest sounding thing Castor had said in a while. A long while.

"But seriously". A palm slapped to the noise senshi's back and Castor kept going, walking down to where Castor had 'set up camp, not yet taking to the roofs. "Grill up form meat, got a few chilled brews, kick back, relax, enjoy the feeling of being the most badass thing of all of badassia."

He even gave Themis the grin. "You'll love it. Trust me, I'm a prince." Apparently that was supposed to make him feel better.

Castor stopped, blinked twice, then made a face. "Ew, what no. I'm married dude. My wife would be super sad, plus she's my soulmate, I kind of love her too much."

Still he was on the money about to dogs. "A prince. Royal. Wings and s**t. I have a crystal, but it's not about me my friend, tonight I wanted to invite you to the hall of champions. It gets lonely being one of the only top teir menshi around. Taranis is about but you?" Castor smiled offering a less creepy expression this time. "Menshi is a menshi is a bro bonding time. Consider this a menshi night."

Castor's face scrunched up . "A prince. Of my own world. Serenity is her own, also still missing." He didn't seem to thrilled about the ignorance. Then again, pride did that. Still it was time to get a move on.
Jumping to the building he'd set up not far off, the tiny grill was already lit. Weenie sat on a plate, already cooked, just needing to be reheated. "Grab and skewer and warm it up. Oh-" Picking up a beer he tossed it at Themis. "Do drunk senshi stuff. Been there, done that, have the a** tat to prove it."

Plus drunk magic casting was always a bad idea. Always.

"But, once you're done heating up your dog, we can talk about the city, and how we need to step it up."

Castor and Themis would find the weenies delicious. Sure the beer was kind of warm but that was okay! They bonded like bros now, and little would separate them

At least until Castor passed out. Then they were free to part and never speak of the event ever again.