The invitation had come addressed to his wife, but Hermes figured news of his release was simply a little delayed. He was not one to refuse a party.
Dressed to the nines and already just a tiny bit drunk on champagne, Hermes hung back, watching the crowd. Until he caught sight of the muse, however. He stepped forward and when he approached her, he swept his hair out of his face and grinned, leaning suavely against the bar. "Hello, Clio. Nice to see you." He finished off his champagne and then he indicated the party with his empty flute. "Nice gathering, isn't it? Did you enjoy the movie?"