The bards sang of the heroic final battle of Ares in Asgard and feasts were being thrown in his honor even now. Thor decided to go to his friends and though it was a bittersweet victory the War God wouldn't want him to mope so in true Asgardian fashion he walked in with a small keg of alcohol, a wooden tap (small for an Asgardian anyway) wearing Midgardian clothes with Mjolnir on his hip.
"Aye, that he would and I brought some of Asgard's finest summer ale. Ares always said Midgard's drink was weak." Sitting on the couch he tapped the keg, sat Mjolnir on the table and offered it's contents to his friends. In war loss was inevitable and while Thor was mourning his oath-brother he was honoring his memory in the best way he knew how, with good ale, good friends and fond memories.