Danny and Open
There was a bottle of vodka missing from the bar table. Danny had lifted it earlier and hidden it near the seat he had claimed for himself. And then he was drinking sodas or some of the punch from the non-alcoholic table, and just adding the vodka to it when he was back at his seat. And he was eating, too. Not loads, but enough to soak some of the booze up, right? So, it was fine. He wasn't drunk, as such, but he wouldn't be dreaming of anything once he got back to bed.
He needed a smoke, though. Miguel had told him cigarettes were illegal in Nueva York, which sucked, but it meant that if he couldn't smoke through the door, he needed to smoke on the station. He brought his drink with him after topping it up a little bit more from his bottle, and made his way over to stand just outside the door of the main room. Then he lit up and breathed in the smoke, and wondered what songs he could sing later.