Demi and Ruth - 10:15PM
Ruth followed the sweep of Demi's arm, eyes landing at last on the four poster bed where the newlyweds lounged. It was still something of an amazement that the camp bitches had ever managed to transport Vic to it. In a camp filled with tall, broad-shouldered men, he was among the largest, and so had strained the limits of the women's strength. Despite being dropped, though, Vic was grinning widely, clearly pleased by the event in his (and Marina's) honor. And, as Demi said, the mood was clearly contagious.
"The Park loves a celebration," Ruth observed, though this was hardly breaking news. The men would throw a party for just about any occasion. "Just not often the excuse for a celebration is worthwhile."
For the moment, it seemed this was as close to approval as Ruth was likely to express. She lifted her jar of moonshine to take a sip, looking around the crowd until she had found the faces of the rest of Vic's family -- Max and Sasha -- and confirmed that both of them looked, if not quite as euphoric as the Enforcer, at least somewhere on the happy end of the spectrum.
"Good for them," she added in a lower tone, the comment coming out almost like an afterthought.