"Am I gonna have to cut you off?" Danny joked when her dance was finished. Of course he knew it was a love of Blackstreet and not the number of drinks she'd had that had fueled the performance, but he teased her anyway. He'd watched from the kitchen where he'd taken it upon himself to wash everything that came through, in addition to pouring the drinks (mostly because if he didn't, they would've run out of anything to put those drinks in). He finished drying a glass and then stretched, smiling faintly as someone began an off key rendition of Barbie Girl. It was like a terrible karaoke staple. Funny how, even with all the changes and upheaval humanity had faced, some things never changed.