The grin that Rodimus gives Drift at his acceptance threatens to split his face in two, taking Drift's hand in his own and pulling him after him onto the place generally designated as a 'dance floor'. Can Rodimus dance? Barely. But it's not for a lack of enthusiasm or willpower. Drift'll find that out in a moment, but for now Rodimus is just going to wrap one arm around Drift's neck as he pulls him in close.

"Not bad of a turnout if I say so myself," he says, referring to the party. But Drift's here and if he's gonna be completely honest with himself, that's really the important part here. At least for this moment. He'd probably have been put out if no one else had showed.