Its our fucking birthday, of course we're drunk

Atticus was a year older, a year stronger. However the masculine had never cared for birthdays - but now the brute was of age. Sure, he'd sneak drinks here and there but nothing like what tonight would be. For once, possibly Atticus could allow himself to relax and kind of let loose. He was still curious of Medusa, not having the time to chit chat with her right yet, he was learning the lands they had now called home.

He heard that of Erebos's hawk sing over head, as the male climbed out from his spot and gave a stretch, allowing a few loud pops of muscles and bones snapping into place. The scent of cedar caught his attention, as he noticed Kronos, Enyo, Medusa and another one make their way to the party. He smelt the familiar scent of cannabis that his brother more than likely dried out. The fire blazed as Atticus moved closer to his siblings.

The lamb didn't go unnoticed either. Nor did the fruit that lined the tables either. "A very well exicuted job to you Erebos and darling sister Enyo." A smirk pulling his lip up for a moment, as Enyo placed containers filled with all sorts of drinks. A chuckle. He watched the other who looked slightly like Medusa carefully though.