Billy made himself comfortable in one of those chairs with a plate of food and a glass of punch. He wasn't a party-goer, generally, but he'd been here for a few months now, and he was starting to accept that he wasn't going home anytime soon. He may as well get to know people.

And at least this party wasn't happening in his house, where he'd have to clean up after everyone.

He tapped one leather cowboy boot in time with the music. He'd dressed up for the event, with brown slacks, a blue vest, and green shirt and bowtie. His handguns hung in the new holster Minato had given him for Christmas.

This partying wasn't so bad, really. There was no drunken revelry, and everyone was having a good time. Billy felt himself smile as he watched the Heroes dancing on the floor before him.