Once, Oliver had been the kind of guy to live and breathe by the thump of a party. He lived his life from one high to the next, from one girl to the next, and never gave a second thought to people he hurt along the way. He changed. After the shipwreck, after Lian Yu, after Hong Kong - the Oliver who had once lived only for his next good feeling had faded away and in his place was someone hardened and jaded.

It had only been after returning to his city and building his team that he'd recovered some of that lightheartedness again. He was never going to be a party boy, that was for sure, but he could be something a little more than the stark figure he made himself out to be on the island.

At this party, he hung around the edges with a drink. While he was enjoying himself, he was also watching and observing. He was still the Arrow, even if this wasn't his city, and he still wanted to know who all the players were in the game.