At one point, the bar had some semi-Hispanic trappings, but has since been suffused with the usual melange of Nexus cultures as ownership and staff likely changed over the years.

A small, festively-lit stage is shoved in the back. Currently, a woman with demon horns and a whole glam rock vibe is belting out "One Way or Another" by Blondie. A dizzying montage of seemingly unrelated stock videos is projected behind her and she scarcely needs to refer to the lyrics holographically projected in the air.

It's a far cry from the hole-in-the-wall karaoke bars Majima is used to, but the fancier tech and the energy of the half-drunken crowd definitely doesn't disappoint.

After taking in the surroundings, his attention lands back on Harley and Amelia. The rogue has the right idea. She definitely looks like she could use something to loosen up. "Yeah. Good thinkin'. We gotta queue up, anyway. This place is hoppin'."

Majima hails the bartender, places his drink order, and asks about the song catalog. She wordlessly points to a flat, glowing console adjacent to the bar. While he waits for his drink, he scrolls through the impossibly vast library, humming and rocking on his heels to the current song.

He elbows Harley, remembering the first conversation they had months ago. "Oi, they've got Whitney Houston. And some Britany!"