Pretty sure Taylor Swift is her favorite. But some songs she's not allowed to listen to. I'll ask my sister which ones. [ Not everything was kid appropriate, but Phoebe did love pop music in general. ]

I'm extremely fucking glad you came here. [ His tone mirrors the same warmth and tenderness he feels radiating from her, feeling for a moment like he could stop in the middle of the street and kiss her for hours and that would be better than anything else they could possibly do the rest of the evening. Well, almost anything.

But karaoke was the plan, and now they were in the thick of it, his hand in hers as she drags him toward the bar and he looks like he's equal parts dreading this decision but also slightly amused by how uninhibited everyone seems to be. Must be the alcohol. With that thought, Roy flags down the bartender and orders himself a beer, then turns to Alexis. ] What'll you have?

[ Once he pays for both their drinks he glances down to flip through the song book, his arm sliding around her waist. ] Alright, whatever we choose we're going to fucking knock these pricks socks off with our duet. [ Said in the same encouraging tone he'd have used to get his team amped up before a match. If they're going to do this, they're going to kill it. He glances over at the stage where the guy is still singing Bon Jovi, much to the delight of the group of friends cheering him on. ]

Christ that's awful. [ He chuckles, no matter what they pick, they'll at least have fun and probably be better than the Bon Jovi guy. ]