[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?

Comments

[fireaholic.livejournal.com]

Yeah, don't breathe on me. [John grabs the basket and holds it up over his head, raising his voice. NOW HE'S SUPER RUDE AND OBNOXIOUS.] Hey! [He points down into the emptiness.] We asked for peanuts! [And then lower, to Kevin:] Service is shit.

AHAHHAA i love that. "WE ASKED FOR PEANUTS!!"

[witheredecay.livejournal.com]

[Finally a frazzled-looking server delivers a new basket of peanuts, giving the boys a bit of a glare -- not that it's their fault, exactly, that the bar is so busy today -- which prompts Kevin to mutter a rude comment about tipping. It's really no small wonder these two hang out.]

So I have a bandly obligation. Why are you here? Do we get to hear your version of "Beat It" or something?

THESE RUDE BASTARDS

[fireaholic.livejournal.com]

Maybe over everyone's dead bodies. [John takes a drink of the whiskey in front of him, pauses, then looks over Kevin's way.] I haven't been out of that shithole in months.

aren't they the best, though?

[witheredecay.livejournal.com]

[Kevin gives him an understanding nod and bites his lip, feeling a little bad. Kevin's allowed to just -- walk out to the garage and take his shiny black car out for a spin whenever he damn well pleases, but his roommate?]

I'll bring you back a latte from the outside world next time I step out.

THE VERY BEST

[fireaholic.livejournal.com]

You really wanna deal out with the pity, Kev? Bring me back something stronger. [John throws some peanuts into his mouth, avoiding all of Kevin's understanding bullshit and twisting in his seat to instead watch the empty stage.] Can't keep stealing from the old bitch. [Now he looks over to Kevin. Just because he avoids the sympathy, doesn't mean it is unacceptable. At least from Kevin.] Soon I won't have limbs.

Their faces.

[witheredecay.livejournal.com]

[Kevin snickers.] The old bitch, as you put it, won't have any left for you to swipe at this rate. Slow your roll, Pyromaniac.

I LOVE THEM

[fireaholic.livejournal.com]

Whatever you say, Wither. Just get me a liter or two of the good stuff. [Has it been mentioned John self-medicates now? Yeah. If he wasn't being worked to the bone in the Danger Room lately, plus the problem of having little to no booze, he'd probably be drunk a lot.]

*CRINGES from the beautifulness*

[witheredecay.livejournal.com]

[Kevin raises an eyebrow, before turning away to signal to the bartender. John's mutation doesn't happen to be one of those accelerated-metabolism ones. He orders and then turns back to his roommate.]

On me.

(OOC: I DON'T EVEN CARE. I'M GOING TO BE THE DISSENTER. I AM. Because I did see your post about the mistletoe (hahhaha) and the John and the Bobby and all of that but I am going to totally ship the John/Kevin. *pounds fist*)

/rolls in it

[fireaholic.livejournal.com]

[Fine, he can pay. Not like John has much cash. There's a chance he wasn't going to pay for his drinks at all, or somehow put Ali on the spot. He doesn't argue, but he doesn't say thanks either. Instead he just lets the moment pass and pulls in a breath for a topic change.] Wanna bet the next sucker trips off the stage?



OOC: Iris, I have been shipping John/Kevin for a long time.

CONTINUES ROLLING BECAUSE AAAAUGH, SHIP

[witheredecay.livejournal.com]

[On the other hand, Kevin does have cash. More than he legitimately knows what to do with. Renting out his dad's house has been... well, Kevin doesn't have to think twice about buying his roommate some drinks. With that done, he looks over to John incredulously.]

What?! You rigged the stage, or are about to, or something. I know how you work, man. [He pauses and can't help a tight-lipped smile from forming on his face. Because, come on. Betting with John is fun.] What are our stakes?




(CRYSTAL I CAN'T EVEN FUNCTION RIGHT NOW BECAUSE I AM SHIPPING THEM SO BAD. CAN WE JUST -- JUST -- CAN THEY -- CAN WE LIKE AU THEM AND LIKE --


*short circuits*)

asdf;lgh also i kept editing bc it's early & and i was trying to remember how betting works

[fireaholic.livejournal.com]

I didn't rig anything. [He's not even very incredulous when he says this. But he did lay out some wires for the machine after Ali absentmindedly asked him to before anyone showed up. He figured he'd set up some potential physical comedy for himself as payback for someone asking him to do shit they can do themselves.

He smirks at the wasted asshole fumbling onto the stage, takes out his lighter and leans in to make this all conspiratorial.] Dick doesn't fall, I light the bar top on fire.




(Confession: I ship... just about everything, man. Even if John is straight as an arrow or more accurately firesexual. So I'm not sure how AU-ing this would work... AT LEAST JULIAN IS CLEARLY A LITTLE HOMOSEXUAL.)

THIS SHIP IN PARTICULAR GAHHHH.

[witheredecay.livejournal.com]

[Not that Kevin wants to be the center of attention should that happen, and not that he wants his roommate to get in trouble... but all that's just too good to miss. Kevin can't help snickering and gives John a little shove, and eggs him on.]

And if he doesn't? What do I gotta do?

KEYSMASHING EVERYWHEREEE

[fireaholic.livejournal.com]

Something poetic. [John looks around a moment, smirking once he's found his answer.] You see that board over there? [You know, the one that's been thrown up to cover huge gap from some anti-mutant shit that happened a week ago? Yeah well, that board is visible from inside the men's bathroom. If that board disappeared...]

Re: KEYSMASHING EVERYWHEREEE

[witheredecay.livejournal.com]

[WIth a grin, Kevin polishes off the rest of his drink and slams the glass down on the bar. Embarrassing other people is a can-do for Kev.]

Let's go. You're on. [Then Kevin idly wonders if he could get his roommate to get up on the stage if he continues to buy him drinks. He issues this challenge for himself inwardly...]

Re: KEYSMASHING EVERYWHEREEE

[fireaholic.livejournal.com]

[No. No fucking way. John already said it: only over everyone's dead bodies. Speaking of potential dead bodies, the guy this bet hinges on has starting singing "Like A Virgin" (probably on a dare) in a slurred, incredibly painful voice.

John makes his 'NSYNC face and chugs back a gulp or two of his whiskey.] Yugh. New plan, Kev: I'll set him on fire and you turn him to dust.

Re: KEYSMASHING EVERYWHEREEE

[witheredecay.livejournal.com]

[Kevin and John exchange glances. They both have matching expressions of pure disgust. Then, "Like a Virgin" ends, and the next song is -- well, you guessed it. You guessed it (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eo-KmOd3i7s&ob=av3e). Now Kevin's and John's eyes widen as they give each other looks that say, "Really"?!]

It's a sign. It's fate.

[But before doing something as drastic as turning the poor tone-deaf individual on the stage into dust, Kevin grabs a handful of peanut shells and chucks them at the guy.]