The tavern was loud as hell.
Grace sat at a corner table, still in her combat gear, watching Venus work her magic on the entire room. The Love Sister had already convinced half the village that she'd personally wrestled the Tempest into submission. With her bare hands. While blindfolded.
"To our heroes!" Venus raised her glass high. The golden liquid inside sloshed dangerously close to the rim. "Who saved us all from eternal bad hair days and getting sucked into the sky!"
The crowd cheered. Someone threw confetti. Grace rolled her eyes so hard it hurt.
Diana leaned close.
"Wanna head back to heaven now? Before Venus gets too drunk and starts demonstrating her 'wrestling techniques' on the mayor?"
"In the morning." Grace grabbed a mug from a passing server and took a gulp. The alcohol hit her empty stomach like a brick. "I can barely feel my legs. No way I'm flying anywhere tonight."
"Fair enough." Diana clinked her mug against Grace's.
