Aerith, having helped plan this party, was already on her way over. Of course, she didn't want any of her friends to miss out. She knew Tifa would take care of Cloud, and the others would show up on their own, but there was one person who needed a little convincing. He probably remembered the last party they'd had with the refugees, she thought as she pouted at him, hands on her hips.

"Leon," she said softly, "it's been a while since we've seen most of them. They've been out trying to figure out what's wrong again. We worked hard to get this together; they needed something to help them relax. And so do you. Some of them are your friends, too, right?" She walked over to him, and took his hand in hers. "Come on, Leon, just for tonight. It won't be like the last one, I promise." Gently, she started to pull him in the direction of the bar, hoping he'd go with her willingly.