THOR/OTA
Revels. Who didn't love revels? Thor certainly did. He'd not had time for celebration in far too long. The idea that he'd even be in a position to enjoy himself in celebration for anything these days was so far gone that when the opportunity came he jumped at the chance to go. He'd been so hyperfocused on doing whatever the hell he could to stay distracted (which really just meant bugging the shit out of his brother), and celebrating something's day of birth was a new way to do so.
In a way, he was in survival mode. Keep moving, keep doing things, keep bothering Loki, keep looking for space booze, etc. Whatever he could do so that he didn't have to stop and remember what happened back on Midgard was exactly what he was going to do. Now he was doing it at a party with a phallic shaped cake and that sounded pretty amazing.
When he arrived, everything seemed to be in full swing. No matter; it would just become that much better once he made his presence known. "CITIZENS OF THORTOPIA, I HAVE ARRIVED," he bellowed in a great voice, before walking further into the bar and having a seat. He immediately procured what would be the equivalent of a beer on Midgard, which he drank heartily.