Ingress

"Absolutely! I have no idea what most of this is, but if it has a name I like, I'll try it."

That drink is gone. Ingress waves the drink menu to attract the attention of the server.

"We'd like a Drunken Monkey Cocktail and ummmm, oh, a Moscow Mule!"

The woman on the stage is singing about cakes left out in the rain, and while Ingress thinks that's a terrible waste of cake, it's a pretty cool song.

Their second round of drinks arrives, the singers change out, the songs blare, and Ingress, while not tipsy quite yet, is feeling warm and relaxed.

"If you knew any songs, would you sing up there? I might. Not tonight! But another time."