[Natasha doesn't push. She knows a thing or two about weird family dynamics. Which unfortunately hasn't made it any easier for her to deal with her own family weirdness. Still, the promise of karaoke is a good distraction, and when he finally notices the name of their destination she gives him a cat that ate the canary grin.]

Isn't it horrible? Figured you'd get a kick out of taking some pictures here for your intergalactic pals.

[She pulls the front door open and leads the way inside. There's a decent number of people milling around, though it's not too crowded. Someone is up on the main stage singing Don't Stop Believing, and it looks like a few of the private rooms are occupied.]

What's your poison, Quill?