Jericho, still walking away from the position of the fight, waved off Gracelyn's help and instead beckoned her to follow. "Just a few bruises is all. Kinda surprised you're down here, what with booze and food in the ballroom by now." He could hear the sound of the ball's music as he got closer to it and he stopped and turned around. "Don't tell me you were waiting on me to start partying." While he waited for a reply, Jericho watched the flow of people in and out of the ball room, noting when the red head who had been part of Duncan's students went in. He had to laugh quietly inside and wonder what his rank was. [i]My own was six, I'm hoping I get bumped up to seven in the next few months. He did way to well to earn a six though.[/i]

If anyone paid close enough attention, they'd notice Jericho wasn't in his formal clothing, or not anything overly formal, with him wearing a black t-shirt, black jeans, his combat boots, but his cleaner, nicer ones, and his cloak, tattered as it was. He couldn't help but wonder why the fuss over a few new SeeD, like he had at his own graduation, but once more, free food beckoned and encouraged attending the ball.