Danny nodded, and tapped out a cigarette for himself. Part of him marvelled that his hands weren't shaking - the flies always unsettled him, especially when they were on someone he already liked, so he fought hard to keep from reacting. But he needed to get horrendously drunk now. Maybe he could ask Ritchie to get him something stronger than vodka. Fuck, he'd drink Everclear from the bottle right now if he didn't think all the adults would freak out.
"When is it for you? It's just turned 1990 for me. Do you mind if I-" he asked, even as he lit up. "What other music do you like?"