"My thoughts exactly. How's that song go? 'It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine'?" Pyrrhus said with a smile. His singing wasn't horrible by any means, but he'd never be American Idol material, thank god.
"I think it's at the Cult of Dionysus," Pyrrhus said, thinking for a moment. "But even if I'm just hearing things, which is always possible," he chuckled, "we can find someplace to make our own party, I'm sure." He offered his arm to her. "Shall we?"