"God, commander, are you trying to torture us?" Joker managed a faint grin. "Don't they have rules or something about how you have to treat your people?"
"Dancing, huh? This should be fun." He guided Marguerite to a stool near Joker and gestured the bartender over. "Whatever the lady wants, and something dextro-DNA friendly." The man, at least, remembered him from last time, and pulled out the same thing he'd had before.