It feels odd to celebrate. Understandably, that's part of the reason the bots have seen fit to throw this party, but for someone as perpetually grumpy as Hanzo, it only provokes a sense of distrust about the entire affair.

That being said, he still shows up.

Largely he appears to be spending his time partaking of the drinks -- though rather than take advantage of the sudden variety, he definitely appears to be sticking to one type of drink throughout the evening. His glass doesn't appear to ever be empty in his hand.

Half of that reason is an excuse not to step out onto the dance floor. Though he will observe from the edges with aloof disinterest and a mildly judging look. Form, skill, appearance, all under quiet scrutiny.

Of course he has to loosen up eventually, rather than simply glide along the edges like a particularly sullen peacock. His tiny blob-turned-dragon occasionally perches on his shoulder or skitters about for reconnaissance, and Hanzo retires to one of the comfortable sitting areas to partake of the hookah. Only then does the tension in his shoulders appear to relax by even the smallest degrees.

Despite his distant demeanor, he will speak if spoken to. Tonight, the dragon's bark is worse than his bite.