Its our fucking birthday, of course we're drunk

Atticus watched as others began to gather. As ears swiveled upon his skull. Atticus wore a mask that he was alright with it all, but deep down he didn't care for it at all. Although Medusa had welcomed the Dunamis clan with opened arms. He was still cautious of the Bone Queen, he was pleased they were no longer yearlings. But the party was nice, but it however was too much. The sounds of others gathered, those whom were invited to the birthday of the Dunamis siblings. Faces that Atticus didn't know, but would would time. He took his shot with Enyo and then took a glass of a fine wine.

He turned to Zephyros, whom had arrived but rather than joining the group he stayed away from them all in a way. Paws carried the male towards his brother and decided to sit with Zephyros. "Happy birthday brother." He known something was bothering him. "Care to release what is on your mind to a familiar ear?" Allowing a moment to let the other know that Atticus was here to talk if need be.

"Speech!"