Danny had been heading back to his seat to drink some more of his not-spiked-at-all punch, when a new person appeared and offered him a drink! He figured it would be beyond rude to turn the guy down, so he simply grinned. "Sounds great to me," he replied as he accepted the drink, and then realized who the guy was.
"Oh, you sang Dreams! You're Ritchie, hi! You were really good. I was singing along, I love Stevie Nicks and Fleetwood Mac, but I hope I didn't put you off or anything," he blurted out, and then drank a good mouthful of his cocktail. "This's good. Oh, I'm Danny. Most of the people here already know me so I didn't introduce myself earlier." Most of the people who did indeed know him would possibly be surprised at the babbling, but Danny was only just 17 and a ways past tipsy by now.