Colleen cut herself off earlier, stuck with only a couple of drinks and stayed away from the super strong jello shots (okay, she might have tried one). She was the host after all, and needed to be able to function well enough to get around and keep the party going. After a few rounds of dancing off, the redhead cleaned around and restocked the food table, pointed a guest in the way of the bathroom, and talked with Kitty Pryde. Colleen didn't see them now, but Kitty had invited some alien friends who she was interested in meeting. It seemed that everyone was having fun, hopefully they were too. Popping a piece of fruit into her mouth, Colleen went on her way to the kitchen, carrying empty trays and glasses, and came back just in the nick of time.
🎶 Hey, yeah ya know what? I like the players, no diggity, no doubt. 🎶
"I got this." Colleen took the stage, pushed her hair to drape over her shoulder, a smirk on her face. "Play on, play that." The group of karaoke-goers began to clap collectively as she began to dance smoothly to the beat. Pointing to the group, Colleen worked the stage, the holographic back drop flashing brightly behind her. "It's going down, fade to Blackstreet, the homeys got abby collab creations, funk like acne, no doubt I put it down never slouch. As long as my credit could vouch, a dog couldn't catch me--"