You know what the best thing about this particular pub crawl (starting at the one she felt was most appropriately named for such an event) was going to be (other than, of course, the lovely people who were going along with her on this)?

The fact that Summer could actually drink something other than water and soda on it.

(Not that the Reykjavik one hadn't been lovely, and she did miss having Hera along with her this time, but, come on, she could actually drink).

It also helped that the pre-party had gone pretty well, too, so Summer was ready to hit about every single one of the damn bars on this island until she could barely stumble back to the hotel.

Which should make tomorrow fun! But that was a problem for future Summer!