Live bands are a novelty that Rocket doesn't quite get, but the tunes blasting from the tiny boombox is more his style, so that's where the raccoon can be found, throwing back a glass or two of liquor and watching Groot dance in one of the clearer spaces.

The treenager is still a little ungainly, his arms and legs a little longer than his body probably needs, but all the better for flailing around. What he lacks in grace he makes up for in enthusiasm, waving his arms in wide arcs that encourage people not to get too close, lest they get accidentally slapped across the face with a stray branch.