There was that Cool thing again. Drax honestly had no idea why Quill kept referencing the temperature in relation to their current affairs. He planned to be himself at this party. That was all anyone could ask of him. Instead of responded though he simply grunted in reply. He could already tell his terrain friend was nervous. He kept smiling at everything and glancing at himself in every reflective surface they passed. Perhaps it was Quill's peoples annual mating season? Drax couldn't say for certain.
As soon as the door was open the Destroyer moved ahead to go inside. At first glance though he stopped in his tracks and turned to the rest of the team to mumble out, "They really do all have fur along their scalps." With that said he made his way into the central area and at once demanded a beverage loudly.