Hawkeye has a gin in his hand, glitter in his hair and a pink, yellow and blue flag draped over his shoulders like a cape. He doesn't entirely understand what's going on, but he thinks he likes it.

He's always been one for a good party and this already seems like it might be one of the better ones, he just needs to clarify a few details - or not, he might just enjoy it. Mostly he wants to see if there's any familiar faces here this evening, so he takes a stroll around the bar to see who he can find, happy to say hello to anybody who catches his eye.