[open log] Open mic night!

[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

Characters: EVERYONE!
Setting: ALI'S BAR! (AND OTHER PLACES!)
Content: I WANT YOUR FACES!
Status: OPEN!
Threadjacking: DO IT!

[You've probably seen the flyers plastered all over the school, neon purple and emblazoned with bold lettering reading:

KARAOKE ROCKS
~AMNESIA~
THURSDAYS 8PM 'TIL YOU BLOW OUR SPEAKERS

They're for the new karaoke night Ali's insisted her bosses set up, and encouraged everyone within earshot of her ever to attend. You better be planning on attending, or else you'll never hear the end of it.

You're probably bumping into her, skating around the school, catching her heading off to work to set up, or perched on a bar stool impatiently waiting for the fun to begin. In typical Ali form, she's humming and singing to herself, it sure does sound like Blinded by the Light.]

Know what song you're gonna sing?

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[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

Since when do you ever say no to me, Keller? [Ali encouragingly tips the bottom of his bottle up, up, up the next time he goes to take a drink, grinning cheekily, trying to get him drunk (she's good at that).] besides, you don't sing, I don't tab your beers.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[He knows what she's doing. She can do it all she wants. He's smiling even as he starts drinking mouthful after mouthful, eventually pulling the bottle away after, like, two. HE DOES WHAT HE WANTS TOO OK. He leans over enough for her to catch his words in this sad den of lost dreams and bad renditions of "Highway to Hell."] Since you want me to humiliate myself. Besides, I can buy my own drinks. [He pokes his own chest.] Rich.

[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

Spoilsport. [She slumps a little bit, deflating as she remembers she has to true influence over Julian when it comes to possessions or...anything at all that money can buy. She takes a swig of her own drink and leans back on two legs of the stool.] Who says Karaoke's humiliating? I like it. [She cringes a little as, in some evil twist of very likely occurrences that prove Julian right, the warbling of an AC/DC fan cracks in a horribly dissonant way. She says nothing, pretending she wasn't horribly assaulted on every level by such a foul bastardization, hoping Julian won't notice.]

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[He knows you're cringing, because even Julian is cringing.] And that's because you're a dork. A dork with bad taste in entertainment.

[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

I am not a dork! [She swats at him, affronted, forgetting her stool was only balancing on two legs, and feelings herself start to go down, flailingly grabbing at empty air for something to save her. Clearly, she's destined to prove him right tonight in all things. ] Shit!

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[He is right. He's usually right. That's just how it is. Also, he's a big damn hero and all Ali falls on is the cushion of telekinetic shield. And not the floor.] Whoa, gorgeous. You could have fooled me. [Yep, she's suspended mid-fall, and he's looking totally casual about it besides the immediate widening of his eyes.]

[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

[She recovers quickly, tucking her hands behind her head and crossing her legs in mid air, taking on a nonchalant, relaxed posture.] That's my diabolical plan, Keller. [She gives his a devious grin.] You better watch out.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[Oh, look at that. Now she's on the floor. (He let go and let her fall semi-gently.) And now he's laughing at her.]

[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

You'll pay for that, Julian. [She gets up, dusting herself off, and flips him off cordially as he laughs, finishing her drink. She decides to herself to sign him up to sing something horrible, like Hit Me Baby One More Time and rally everyone in the bar to force him to do it or lose face as a cowardly spoilsport. This is her genius plan, but in the meantime, she rights her stool and signals the bartender for another drink.] You'll pay big.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

Whatever you say, sweetheart. [He doesn't believe that at all. He takes a swig of his beer instead.]