After walking Sunny home Anastas made his way back to the party. He wasn't yet ready to call it a night. Picking up a drink as he traveled through the party he made his way around passed out bodies, those still dancing, the ones still drinking and headed to the edge of the clearing to watch whatever it was that Sim was doing.

"Quite impressive," he commented with a genuine grin. He took a good swig of his beer and rubbed the back of his neck with his spare hand. "Are there more?"