Obi-Wan has always loved the idea of parties in theory, if not in practice. He likes sensing others around him even if he is, in fact, sometimes terrible at small talk but this party is better than most. He's content to nurse his drink in a corner, hood thrown back and smile flashing bright to those who might acknowledge him.

He sees a table teetering dangerously after someone crashes into it and holds out a hand, stabilizing it with the Force.

"Careful, now. Wouldn't want to waste all those drinks, would you?"