2020-04-05 - Karaoke @ The Pourhouse

Karaoke is fun! Isolde figures she needs to get better at getting out anyway right? So, going somewhere there's lots of people showing up seems logical. Or something. She has secured a seat at the bar, long red hair tied up in a loose ponytail and a pair of black jeans with a simple white t-shirt. Last time she was here she was a drunken fool but! tonight she would just get drunk quietly. And cheer on people who decided to sing! Like Hank! He gets a whistle of appreciation when he starts up. Isolde is certainly not getting up there, she can't carry a tune for the life of her.

August arrived with Itzhak and Rebecca, a chaperone in black leather motorcycle jacket over a dark red Henley, denim jeans, and black leather boots. His nails are black and dark red striped to match; someone was feeling a little extra. He adds his name to the list of singers, gets himself a black and tan, and has a seat at a booth.

"Oh my," he says, applauding Hank as he struts about in glorious Frankenfurter attire. "No I regret dressing down," he says on a sigh.

How drunk is Itzhak? Pretty drunk. Karaoke night is 'Itzy gets plastered and gives no bothers' night. He might have started drinking faster when he realized Isolde is here. Don't judge. He's certainly drunk enough that when Hank struts over and perches in his lap for a moment, he laughs and puts his arms around him. And totally whacks him on the shiny satin-panty-covered ass when the big dude gets up.

Did someone meantion Candyman?

A dark shadow passes the entrance before the door is opened. Everett pauses there, holding the door open for his companion. "Sounds like we're just in time," he mutters with his deep voice. Following her in, Everett combs his hands through his long hair, as best as his wet hair is going to get dry, flicking his meat hooks down at his hips before he takes another pause to look around at seating.

Rebecca steps inside with Itzhak and August, wearing a light jacket over a rose gold, shimmery sweater and jeans with boots. Topaz earrings and a ring are her only adornments, with her hair up in a messy bun with loose blonde strands falling around her face. She is clearly the designated driver for her companions tonight, because she appears sober, even as she jots her name down on the sign-up sheet with a mild smile for Hank and his shenanigans.

She orders a soda for herself and slides in with the two men, shrugging out of her jacket in deference to the warmer temperature inside the bar. "I think this is the first time I've been to this," she confesses.

Alison pushes her way into the bar, the odd raindrop decorating her dark t-shirt and jeans, apparently having skipped a jacket. That not being the only thing she's missing, though - her hair's gone. The redhead appears to have been shorn within less than an inch of her life pretty recently, though not so recently as to have had the peach fuzz of a few days' growth removed.

She gives the bar a quick glance around, scanning some of the familiar faces, eyes lingering on a few that she recognizes, but nothing more deliberate than that before heading over to add her name to the list. Subsequently, Alison finds a vacant booth and climbs into it, pushing herself to the back of the seat.

Lyric is seated at the bar where she always camps out on karaoke night. When Hank talks about singing, she gives him her full attention. In her hand is some random drink, since her order had been surprise me. The song cracks her up, but not more than the costume beneath the cape and she grins, applauding when he finishes, thoroughly amused by his antics as usual.

Isolde has made sure to give Itzhak & Co plenty of space. Though she would give a little wave to August. She doesn't want any issues tonight and it's certainly not the time nor place to be hashing out things. So she's content to order another beer. "Are you gonna sing tonight?' She asks Lyric and really anyone else nearby who would be able to hear her. She giggles again as Hank finishes, giving another whistle as he walks off the stage.

It's with mild disbelief and discomfort that the gorilla watches Hank. "I feel the need for several," he mutters under his breath, a soft shake of his head, then he heads to the bar for a mug of just that, and something stiffer. Glancing down it, Everett gives Lyric a sideways glance before also approaching her, sandwiching the woman on either side of Isolde and himself. He gives the white blonde a sideways look, before placing his order.

Itzhak sticks two fingers in his mouth and wolf whistles loud and obnoxious at Hank. He makes a 'call me' gesture at him, laughing red-faced. Sorry, Hank. Sorry, August and Rebecca and, well, everybody in the room.

Kailey slipped right off to the bathroom when Everett and she arrived. Now she emerges wiping the last vestige of wetness away on her leggings. Which really don't absorb that well. Shiney and reflective as they are. She makes her way back over to Everett. Which just happens to be where Lyric is and she gets a grin. "You! You keep helping me out. I need to get you some sort of thank you," She says, pointing a finger as she approaches at the woman.

Karaoke Night is Best Night, and Rhys is therefore not inclined to miss it. He's in the middle of precariously carrying a couple drinks and a basket of tater tots back to the table he's sharing with Sparrow when Hank's music starts. Not that he wasn't inclined to watch the guy, but that beat has him glancing up while he's still walking, and then bursting out laughing when the guy gets started. He tosses out a couple of the callbacks as he goes, and gives a sharp whistle when the cape gets thrown off, setting back into his seat with a massive grin and setting his burden down.

He's in jeans tonight, with a tan suede blazer over a blue t-shirt that shows a cartoon of three bananas and an orange lined up in front of a door, the first banana reaching out to knock. One drink's slid over to Sparrow, and the other gets a drink taken in time to applaud enthusiastically and whistle again for Hank when the guy finishes. Always a good time.

August whistles as well, has a drink of his beer, and gets up. "Here goes nothing," he says to Itzhak and Rebecca, and heads on up. Since he's going first he's chosen something a little rock and blues, an Eric Clapton cover of a song older than most everyone in the bar.

After midnight
we're gonna let it all hang out
After midnight
we're gonna chug-a-lug and shout
We're gonna cause talk and suspicion
give an exhibition
find out what it is all about

"Oh I love to sing, I sing as many occasions as I can." Lyric gushes a little, reaching for her drink again and taking a sip from it. "Will you sing too? Everyone is really nice about it when people sing. And Hank, he's hilarious." She would go on, but Everett approaches and pushes in close, kinda. Tilting her head back, she looks up at him and smiles. "Gonna sing that song?" Asking sort of quietly. At the approach of Kailey, she grins at her. "You'd do the same," she offers with a kinda hopeful tone.

Rebecca claps for Hank, then cheers for August when he gets up to sing. "Go for it, Roen!" she calls after the man with a chuckle. "I didn't know he sang," she comments to Drunky McItzhakson with a grin, bumping shoulders with him.

Isolde shakes her head. "Oh, no. I can't sing. I will cheer for. Everyone else." She gives a grin before taking a long sip of her drink. Her attention shifts as August gets up and starts singing, giving him a cheer as well.

Nicole wanders into the Pourhouse too late to see Hank perform. Imagine her surprise and confusion then when she sees how he is dressed. Asking the person closest to her, "is it a theme night and I didn't get the memo?" She is in time to hear August though, and as she is making her way towards Sparrow and Rhys' table, she turns to cheer him on. Approaching the table finally, she asks, "is this seat taken?" Smiling, Nicole is wearing a colorful tiedyed broomstick skirt and a white long sleeve cotton shirt with a crocheted lace neckline that dips teasingly low in the front.

Through the window and across the street, the lights in the front of the Control Pad are switched off as a diminutive woman locks the front door. Abitha quickly bounds across the road (after looking both ways, people, safety first) to push her way into the Pourhouse. Shaking the slight chill off, as she'd only come out in a T-shirt, hilariously monogrammed, skinny black jeans and some boots, she moves through the people to slip up to the bar, leaning on both forearms and... seeming disappointed by the bartender. Either way, she settles for whatever cider they had on tap for the night.

Kailey chuckles and waves the pointing hand dismissively. "The way you did with the bam and the wham that last time was pretty nice, though. I can't do anything quite like -that-," She says vaguely as she finishes the last steps. And leans in against Everett briefly, glancing up at the big man. As August's voice tickles her ears she turns suddenly. A surprised look on her face as she spots the guy ont he stage. "Hah, well..." And she turns back to Everett. "Did you order anything yet?"

August's voice is admittedly a bit deeper than Clapton's, but he's not half bad at it all told, if no trained or practiced musician.

After midnight
gonna shake your tambourine
After midnight, it's gonna be peaches and cream hmm

Does he waggle his eyebrows at Itzhak just then? ...oh yes. Well, Eleanor's not here, he has to do it to someone.

We're gonna cause talk and suspicion
give an exhibition
find out what it is all about

And then he's done and setting the mic down, and sauntering back to the booth.

August was singing! Lyric looks that way and grins at his song choice. There were sooo many songs she knew. This wasn't one of them. So she listens to the words, the tune, finding enjoyment in hearing something new. "You should sing anyway," she grins and looks over to Isolde, encouraging her. As soon as August finishes, she applauds him before grinning at Kailey. "Throwing one into the other? I guess I just thought it'd get them both.. busy." Kinda vague too, intentionally.

From Kailey's accusatory point, Everett's eyes go large. Do they know each other? That's just what he needs. His big left paw covers his mouth, while he regains his composure. To Lyric's question, Everett gives Lyric deep, meaningful regard. Taking his time in answering. Long enough to look up and applaud the first non-teddy wearing singer.

Returning his attention back down to present, with the virgin rum and coke and the bourbon, a coy Everett nods to Lyric and leans into a murmur, "I am. Do you mind, or is that classified as our song?" Leaning back, he offers the virgin rum and coke to Kailey answering her question, "Lyric, this is Kailey. I guess you two know each other?"

Rebecca looks utterly amused as the brow waggling from August to Itzhak, and she whistles and cheers for the botanist as he finishes his song. "Bravo, Roen. I didn't know you had that in you." She sips her soda.

"Yo!" Itzhak yells at Nicole across the bar, and then, "Sparrow! 'Ey!" Someone is in peak obnoxious mode. Alison doesn't get yelled at because he doesn't recognize her with her head shaved. Then August is singing and Itzhak focuses on him, putting his arm around Rebecca. He grooves along, singing under his breath, and blushes scarlet when August waggled his eyebrows at him and laughs. "Ahh, the jerk." Joik. "Yeah he ain't half bad, huh?" he says to her.

Sparrow's got the table to herself for a while, black clad legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles, bright colors at either end, from the colorfully dyed jean shorts down to the pink and yellow socks peeking out past her black Docs. Her faded black tee shirt reads THIS PLACE IS CURSED in thin white letters. And her make-up today is fairly understated. Except for that very blue eyeshadow she's got on. Though she watches Hank's performance with a grin and turns a smile this way and that toward a few familiar faces--and to blow a big old kiss across the room to Itzhak all dramatic-like--she seems contentedly mellow tonight, though there is a bit of hooting and hollering for the first performance. When Rhys rejoins her, she tilts in close to peck his cheek in thanks for the beer he's brought back. And maybe as distraction as she pilfers a couple of tater tots. "Would it stop you if it was?" she croons up to Nicole when she joins them, her smile going broad and pleased. It's as good as a yes, right? She looks, for a second, like she might start introductions, but no. They know each other. Memory clicks, and she pops some tots past her lips to free her hands up to applaud for August.

"Sorry, yeah, that one's reserved for Nicole," Rhys tells... Nicole, giving her a grin and a 'have a seat' gesture that entirely contradict the tone, if not the content, of the speech. "How's it going?" There's a couple grins and upnods for various people about when he catches their eye, but also there is singing going on! And that is surely why he Doesn't Notice Sparrow's initial tater-tot theft, and neither distraction from the kiss nor possibly having actually intended to share. Of course. He bumps her shoulder with his own, and tosses one of the tots into his own mouth, chewing it as he applauds for August.

Kailey takes the glass with a nod of thanks to Everett. Bringing the coke to her lips for a sip. "Well, we've fallen into a few things together. And I met her...what? Back in August when I first arrived and stumbled on the strip club party?" She glances at the other woman questioningly. Then shrugs and glances at the stage. "Oh, you're next!" And Lyric is flashed a grin. "I should go put my song in." And she is moving quickly away to hand Hank her slip.

So maybe Joe didn't know this was karaoke night. Or maybe he figures that bourbon goes better with other people's singing or attempts to sing. Whatever the reason, there's that sailor again, complete with roll in his stride, looking highly amused at what he's walked in on. More windblown and sunburned than ever, glasses on, and that grin not quite in evidence, but lurking in the lines around his mouth, as he heads for the bar.

Tyrone is here. The folks standing up just don't notice him cuz he's out of the line of sight. But he's right over there, in the corner, drinking and watching quietly by himself.

At first, Lyric doesn't hear, she's listening to Everett and Kailey. What Everett says when he leans in to murmur gets him a whimsical sort of smile. "Oh I don't mind, I like the way you sing it." The introductions are given and she grins at Kailey. "We met, she's super cool." It's then that she realizes her name is called. "Oh! I better get up there. Good luck guys," a wink offered to the trio she'd been speaking to.

August settles back in, grins at Rebecca. "Why thank you, ma'am." He has another drink of his beer. "I was gonna do some Bonnie instead but they had me first, thought maybe I shouldn't start things slow. Next time, maybe." August and his penchant for the sad, bluesy love songs at karaoke when everyone else is busting out rock, pop, and modern music.

"Total Eclipse of the Heart? I think I'd pay to see you sing that." Clearly Rebecca is assuming Tyler, instead of Raitt. She arches a brow at August, curiously. She settles in against Itzhak's side as his arm pulls her in. "I'm going to have to get August to carry you out of the car later aren't I?" she muses at the very drunk lanky fellow.

"Good luck!" Isolde calls out to Lyric as she heads up. She briefly spots Joe, recognizing him from TIBS and still, thankfully probably, not from her birthday during the drinking competition. He gets an upnod and she finishes off her drink. Shifting a bit so she can get a good view of Lyric's performance.

Itzhak slings an arm around August's broad shoulders for a moment and smooches his temple fondly (and drunkly). "You were great. You're not careful, Lyric's gonna recruit you too." When Joe rolls in, Itzhak yells at him too. ERRYBODY getting yelled at. "CAVANAUGH!" He waves him over.

The big thug scoffs at the reply he's given, turning his head away so nobody sees his smile. Or worried he might blush. But he's quick to turn back to wish Lyric, "Good luck." Then his attention returns to Kailey and he finds she's gone too. Such is life. He looks around a moment, for seating and ambles his way to sit at a table, throwing a wave to Rhys, Nicole and Sparrow after sitting. He's not in any hurry to sign up as he casts his gaze up to the stage.

Receiving the cider and trading a card across to start a tab, Abitha leans to take the first sip of the nearly topped off drink. Setting it down again, she pushes herself up onto a stool, and settles her back against the bar, looking around. Green eyes pause on August, smirking as she just realized the singing she had been hearing on the way in was his. Sparrow's noted too, and... the blonde near August. Abitha's eyes narrow as she stares at Rebecca. Where had she seen her before...

Not even time to snag the Four Horsemen he's drinking - Joe's being bawled at by his favorite musician. And, obligingly, he waits just a beat to get his drink, then he's ambling over to Itzhak. Isolde gets a pleasant little nod in passing, but he's clearly focussed on the tall, tattooed guy.

Kailey returns after waving enthusiastically at August on her way to drop off her song request. She sets down her drink and shifts the chair so it's scooted up beside Everett. Then she plops down beside him, eyes on the stage. There's a playful little smirk on her lips as she asks him something quietly.

While he is drinking of course.

Lifting her hand high in the air, Nicole waves over to Itzhak with a smile. "hey there!" She swivels her rear onto the seat and beams at Sparrow. "Of course not. I'd just sit on your lap." She winks then turns to greet Rhys. "Hey there. One day... I'll see you outside of a big loud place. Thank you for reserving the seat for Nicole. Otherwise... laptime." She chuckles then reaches over to steal a tot for herself. "What should I drink tonight..." Noticing Everett's wave, she smiles at the long-haired man and waves nack.

Alison gives a polite round of applause once August finishes - decent performance, sure, but Eric Clapton? Well, there's a slight generational gap at play, at least. And it's surely a better choice for karaoke than what she has in mind.

Itzhak's growing party (and volume of his voice) draws her attention, the waitress watching as he seemingly makes no attempt to hide just how many he's managed to get into his gut. Not for too long, though, as she eventually hops out of her booth and makes her way over to the bar to order herself a beer, climbing up on one of the stools.

August makes a sound and snapoints at Rebecca. "Excellent idea. Next time." He didn't, in fact, mean Tyler, but that doesn't mean he's not stealing that idea. He snorts at Itzhak. "Not likely. I don't have stage presence. Anyways, I'd never be able to come up with original music. It's not in me."

He smiles at Isolde, spotting her, and gives her a nod; same for Sparrow and Abitha. Allison, though, he stares at, taken aback. "I could swear she used to have more hair," he asides to Itzhak. He raises his mostly empty beer glass to Joe in a greeting.

With the wishes of luck,, Lyric gives a grin and thumbs up before she approaches Hank. "That was so great. You're the best!" Telling him the song, she reaches for the mic and takes her place up front and center. "Hi, I'm Lyric, I hope you like this song." As soon as the music starts, she dances to the music and starts singing.

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"I can't get down.
Down from this high.
High as a waterfall.
If hearts could fly.
Want you to breathe.
Breathe next to me.
Caught in this lullaby.
Sing it to me."

It's not a song style she usually sings, but she seems to enjoy the lyrics to it at least. The chorus comes up and she goes right into it, smoothly, her voice soft and melodic. Looking out at the people, she winks at Isolde, Everett and Kailey again before noticing Tyrone. Watching him a moment, she continues to sing.

"I wanna drown in your holy water.
You know a sin never felt so good.
I wanna drown in your holy water.
Amen
I wanna drown in your holy water.
You know a sin never felt so..."

The final verse comes up as the music continues and she continues to sort of dance to it. Or probably more like sway to it, hitting the notes, sounding pretty damn good.

"I'm all shook up.
Shook up on you.
We burn like fireflies.
Burn baby blue.
'Cause I'm so deep.
Deep into you.
You are my church tonight.
My holy view.."

The music continues on and she sings the chorus one more time. As soon as it ends, she replaces the mic and gives a two thumbs up before exiting the stage area and going back to the bar and collecting her drink. "Whew, that was fun."

Isolde follows Joe's path with her eyes and makes a barely audible noise as she orders another round. A fleeting little smile given to August in turn when she catches it. Then turns a bit to focus on the other side of the bar, which means she sees Allison and goes wide-eyed. "Your hair is so pretty!" A very sincere compliment. She will turn back towards the stage direction part way through Lyric's singing to give her a cheer too before looking back towards the fellow redhead.

"Anytime, gorgeous," Sparrow croons to Nicole at that threat, lashes dipping flirtatiously. It's the call of Cavanaugh from over by the bar that steals her attention, gaze flitting about curiously until she spies Joseph, a wide smile cast his way. And, should he look, the might even be a wink to go with it. That same distraction has a surprised look turned toward Abitha, a tip of her head toward some empty space at their table in invitation. There's a lift of her beer, then, for Everett when he waves their way. And a waggle of her brows toward August in appreciation for his performance. It's a damned fine night to be out at the Pourhouse. When Alison's on the move, she studies her for a couple of seconds. "Feel like I gotta object to our seat reservation policy," she asides to Rhys. "Really need to rethink that." But she looks between her tablemates and tells them, "Movie night? I mean. That or a double date, right? Maybe one of those axe-throwing places?"

"Cavanaugh, this is Bex, my girlfriend, best personal assistant of all time. Bex, Roen, this is Joe. He's an astronaut. You know Roen right?" Itzhak claps Joe on the shoulder, beaming at him like he did him a personal favor by arriving. He cuddles Rebecca under his arm. The asshole is practically glowing. He follows August's glance to Alison, but he's still blank. "Who's that?" Then Lyric is up and Itzhak cheers her on. "That's my lead guitarist!" he explains to literally everybody in earshot.

Spying Kailey returning towards him, Everett tilts the amber liquid to his lips. Keeping his eyes on the stage for Lyric, there's a lean in Kailey's direction she asks him a question and then suddenly the big lug starts coughing. His glass lands on the table with a thunk, a little of the fluid spilling free, but the rest of his choking is drowned out by the singing. Three chokes in, and Everett's glaring at Kailey like she might be choked next. Between gasps for air, he replies, "Yes. Very," his expression taking its time to return to his resting go away and die face, and lifting it up to Lyric, applauding when the song is finished and she exits the stage.

Rebecca raises a hand to wave to Abitha, her undeground equipment dealer. Ok, her game shop owner. She plays video games ok? It's not that weird for someone so otherwise...not like a gamer girl. She also gives Isolde a small smile and wave when she sees her. The blonde has been buried in work lately, and some family things back in California. August gets a grin. "Definitely going to have to be here to see that."

When Joseph is introduced, Rebecca offers a manicured hand and a smile. "Mister Cavanaugh, an astronaut? Impressive." She is clearly used to 'drunkenly boisterous Itzhak' as his loudness and glowing cuddles don't seem to bother her one bit. She gives him a kiss on the cheek to let him know he's not annoying her.

Maybe it's to Joe's credit that he only blinks once, when Rebecca's introduced, and then pastes on his 'dealing with the public' smile, as he wraps a long, callused hand around Rebecca's, gives it a firm shake. "Pleasure to meet you, ma'am," he says. He's got that absurd Southern drawl, still. "I'm Joe Cavanaugh....and well, I was an astronaut," he says, simply. "I had to retire a few years back. Now I'm just a sailor."

Sparrow gets a lift of the hand holding a drink, in cheerful greeting, and so does Roen. Amazing how many of the people he's come to know in this town are here.

To match the spluttering comes laughter from Kailey. Mischief gleams in her eyes and she's grinning at Everett like the fox who got the hens. She does reach out to pat him on the back and hand over a napkin. Making a kissy face at him when he glares at her. "You're so sexy when you glare," She coos, reaching out to boop him on the nose with one finger. As Lyric's song finishes she withdraws her hand to clap and give a little whistle.

Oh, when she actually looks straight on, Abitha knows her! Yes, Rebecca bought the good shit. Not drugs, those are gross. She returns the wave with a grin. Abitha also spots the nod(s), looking to be about to get off her stool to head over to Sparrow when she is distracted in comical fashion, since everyone else was being polite and Abitha was a train wreck of social interaction sometime. She can only just stare, head turning to follow Alison walking past her to post up on a stool. Finally, probably thankfully, she calls, "Holy shit. Rocking the Sinéad look, girl." Or not. Train wreck.

"Do I know him," August says, grinning at Joe and then Itzhak. He's looking very biker bar at the moment, himself, a stunning contrast to Rebecca and Itzhak. "You drunk fool. Isn't it your turn?" He guffaws at Hank's euphamism, thumps Itzhak on the back. "Get on up there, Mr. Spanky."

"Did I say for Nicole? I meant for Nicholas," Rhys replies immediately to the threat of laps instead, going for Convincing and Apologetic and doing frankly a damn good job. He grabs one side of Sparrow's chair and shoves with his feet to push both their chairs back a couple inches, as though that might make room for Nicole to make good on her threat. Spoiler: she is not THAT skinny. Everett gets a grin and a waved tater tot before the latter's eaten. About two thirds of his attention goes to the performances right now, but there's plenty of the rest for his table. "Okay, I love movie nights, but I'm still gonna vote axe-throwing, here. I will even bring an axe. I will even find an axe."

When Lyric gets up to sing, Tyrone does actually set his phone down and pay attention. And, while it may not be his preferred type of music, it does happen to be his preferred singer, so he nods his head along as she sings. When she finishes, Tyrone smiles and applauds, not super loud, but a little more fervently than he did for anyone else. ... aaaand then it's back to his booze and his phone.

Isolde finishes off this final drink in record time. She fishes out some bills and lays them out on the bar as she gets up. She's decided maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all and quietly makes her way out of the bar.

"When I murder you, I'm going to put your body in a shallow grave so the animals gnaw on your bones," mutters Everett to his table companion, unimpressed. There's a glance down to her drink, pausing at her lips. Reaching forward, Everett hooks is forefinger into Kailey's dog collar and pulls her forward. Nose-to-nose, he winks and smiles at her a private smirk, before he leans the remainder of the way to peck her on her lips and then release her. No hard feelings for almost making him die to death. Gesturing down with his head, he asks, "Is that ok, or do you want something else? I think I'm going to get a beer since you'll let me drink."

"Ahhh ya flatterer, Hank!" Itzhak yells back, grinning fit to split. He leans in to mutter something to Joe, kisses Rebecca quick, then he's maneuvering out of the booth.Itzhak's drunk enough that his gait is part swagger and part full rolling strut. He's not exactly in full Frank-n-Furter drag, but he's dressed in a tight long sleeved shirt of gauzy, sparkly see-through fabric in black and gold. Underneath he's wearing an even tighter black t-shirt, so he's perfectly decently covered, but honestly? that gauzy, meshy shirt is still pretty slutty. Skinny black jeans and his gay-ass sparkly rainbow Converse make up the rest of his outfit.

The song he gets cued up is perky ska-punk, lots of trumpets. He plucks the mic off the stand, snapping his fingers in time, grinning to himself like he knows a secret. Then-- "COME ON EILEEN!"

He sings his sparkly rainbow heart out, full throated and with all the rock and roll ornaments he knows. "Come on Eileen, oh I swear what he means, come on let's take off EVERY-thiiing! You in that dress, my thoughts I confess verge on diiiiirty, come on Eileen!" When it comes to 'too lah roo lah too laa roo ahh-yeaaaaa!' he goes for it with gusto, opening up all his vocal power. Then he winds it up with a whoop and a fist in the air, bows a big flourishy stage bow, and hangs up the mic so he can strut on back to his crew.

There's a smirk and a slight nod towards Abitha as Alison receives the compliment, but no actual words. Not that she's used any since she arrived outside of ordering the beer which she's just received, sipping from it before rolling her shoulders, stretching out a bit in place on the seat. The prompt for Itzhak to hop on stage has Alison furrowing her brow, looking back over at Hank, then following his finger with her eyes over to Itz. Oh. "Spanky guy?" Maybe she missed that particular interaction earlier. Regardless, she gives off a slight cheer and some applause for Itzhak as he clambers up out of his seat to head towards the stage.

August gestures with his waning beer glass at Alison. "Mister Spanky," he assures her. Coming from a man in a black lather motorcycle jacket and black and red nails it has a certain formality to it.

Kailey there is a little 'erk' as Everett tugs her collar. But she is giving him a toothy grin and returns the kiss. There might even be a nose touch too. "Awww, you -do- care," She tells him with a giggle. As she sits back with her drink she nods and says, "This is great. I also like Shirley Temples. And virgin daquiri is basically a smoothie." But then she gets an excited look on her face. As Izhak starts singing she sits up straight and says, "Oh, I like this song!" And begins to sing along softly to the chorus, but not before telling Everett, "Get me some cheese sticks yeah? With ranch for dippins."

Rebecca cheers on Itzhak, standing at the table to dance and sing along with the 80s tune. When he finishes, she whistles and applauds and waits for his return with open arms for a hug and kiss. She looks so proud of him. Aw. "I love that song," she admits with a chuckle.

A glance after Isolde, with Joe frowning in puzzlement. But before he can ask for clarification, the musician's up on stage. A beat of bewilderment, and then he's turning to Roen as the fount of all gossip. "Spanky?" he asks, tone faintly pleading.

"Axe throwing?" Nicole blinks a couple times and stares at Sparrow before looking to Rhys. "I am surprised you have to find one, as eager as you are." Eyes casting towards Sparrow again, she asks, 'is this one of those adventures I'd have to wear those pants to?" She turns to see Itzhak on stage and cheers for him, singing along to the chorus with him, though quietly. Clearing her throat, she returns to the conversation. "I'm not sure me throwing axes is the... safest thing..."

Lyric gives a suspicious look between Everett and Kailey as she reaches for her drink and takes a guzzle. Whatever the drink was, it was good! "I want another one of these." Offering that out before dragging money out of her back pocket of her jeans and paying for it. As Isolde leaves, she waves to her, "See you later!"

Joey blocks all light in the doorway for a moment... okay let's be real, he doesn't, but by the way he moves one might be waiting for this to happen. He passes into the dive bar and stops when someone checks his shoulder with theirs running into him in passing causing them to veer off course and leaving the boxer giving them a look that reads: Keep walking before they turn this into a discussion. He tracks the Chad as the guy stands down and apologizes and walks on. Mind back on task he swings by the bar first to place his order, takes his, leaves tip. Nice and simple and monosyllabic-like. Lyric gets a glance up there on stage as she is and the place gets scanned: nod to Roz and Roen and company, but a stop on Sparrow's able. He leans over and drops into the booth next to Nicole, "Rhys, Birdie." He looks to icole and lifts his beer, "Got done early. THought I'd come stalk ya."

Sparrow laughs when Rhys drags her chair back like that, maybe a little bit too loud for a night when the performers are meant to be front and center. There might not be a whole lot of room for Nicole to slide in, but that doesn't keep her from wiggling her hips in shameless invitation. "While I appreciate your enthusiasm for our impending outing? You don't bring your own axe." Her lips part like she's gonna say something more, offer some kinda counterpoint to her own statement, from the look of it, but she must think better of it. She just smiles all bright and impish at Rhys right on up until she's hooting and cheering for Itzhak as he makes it to the stage and starts on some Dexy's Midnight Runners. Most of her attention, then, stays on the stage as she watches him strut and sing, absolutely delighted. She whistles when he's done, arms over her head as she applauds. When those limbs come down, she points at Nicole with one hand and says, "Yes. Definitely a full on sexy pants adventure." Looking up to Joey, she says, "Right? I'm counting you in for the axe-throwing." It's not a question. "Totally won't be dangerous at all." Beat. "But there will be beer." Cuz beer and axe-throwing go hand-in-hand!

Kailey catches Lyric's look and grins at her giving a little wink at her. And she wiggles her brows before giggling again. Back to sipping her coke she tries hard to look innocent.

With a smirk and a nod to Kailey, Everett pushes back from his chair and lets his right-hand slide over her shoulder while he passes on his way to Hank. Now that he's clothed. "If your wife won't miss it, I'll wanna burrow that outfit for next Halloween," the ape says while scribbling his name down, and giving Hank an incredulous shake of his head.

Then it's to the bar to put in Kailey's order, and to introduce himself to Lyric again, putting a hand on the small of her back. "Hey, great song as usual. Look, you don't have to stay out here by yourself." He inclines his head to his table, "We've got plenty of space." Lyric's back is given a stroke. "Also, I might need a handle bringing this back to the table, so you'll be doing me a favor."

August cackles at Itzhak's song choice, clapping and whistling for him in a truly embarrassing fashion. He half-turns and explains to Joe, "Hank did a Frankenfurter routine, and Itzhak took an oppotunity to give him a nice big handprint on his ass. So when he announced him, right before you came in, Hank called him spanky guy. So now," he pauses to drink the last of his beer, "he's forever known as Mr. Spanky in this establishment, as far as I'm concerned." And he definitely doesn't care how much of that Itzhak hears.

Itzhak sweeps Bex into his arms and plants one full on her mouth when he gets back to the table, in front of God and everybody. Then he slithers back into the booth, grinning and damp with sweat. And pushes August. "Shut up!"

Ali laughs at August's correction of a sort. "Oh, really? Guess I'll have to update his contact in my phone." There's a sardonic tone to her soft voice. Before much longer, though, Itzhak's performance starts up. Whether the enthusiasm is just his usual sort of way when singing or the booze in his stomach talking is lost to her, but the smirk on her face shows that she's amused by it either way. Another cheer, more clapping, etc, as he finishes.

Then her name's being called. Right. A quick swig of her beer before abandoning it, then she hops up and makes her way over to the stage. A long breath, shaking off nerves before taking the mic, a hand running over the stubble that now occupies her scalp rather than those locks of red that'd always been there.

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Soft piano and matching instruments start up, but it's quiet for the first several seconds as the song's intro kicks off. "Thanks. Uh, this isn't exactly the best song for karaoke, but.." Alison shrugs, then gets into it..

"So I walked through to the haze, and a million dirty waves
Now I see you lying there, like a lilo losing air, air
Black rocks and shoreline sand, still dead summer I cannot bear.."

It's a somber song, slow at first, easy to be muddled by the ambient noise in the bar, but as the song builds up, layer by layer, her voice gets louder, eyes closed tight as she sings.

"Forget the horror here, forget the horror here
Leave it all down here, it's future rust and it's future dust.."

Alison gets through the song, taking a step back from the microphone with a slight blush on her freckled cheeks, then heading down off the stage back over to where she'd left her beer.

Oh good, she smirked, Abitha smirked back, turning to head toward... She stops, blinks, and has that typical 3am-style realization of just how fucking awkward she just was, muttering rhetorically, "Jesus Christ, what the fuck did I just say..." The next step is a little slower and jerkier, before she moves just a little faster to move toward the table she'd been silently invited to... That was suddenly more full. That's fine, being seated near this many people that seemed so happy to be in close proximity would be anxiety inducing enough. She takes a heavy gulp from her cider, then is painting on a smile, eyes wide and a little crazy. She lifts a hand to greet Sparrow's table as a whole, "Hi, I'm Mac. Conversational trash monster." Another long sip. She does not look toward the stage.

That has Joe suppressing a smile, but his eyes are very bright. "I'll have to remember that," he says to August, a hair too sweetly. He's nursing that drink, for once. Might be a one drink evening, at least, to deal with the crowd.

When her name is called, Rebecca kisses Itzhak on the cheek before she rises from their table and heads up to the little stage. She clears her throat and adjusts the microphone stand a bit, hanging on to it for support. Is she nervous? It's hard to tell, but she's one of those crazy composed people who never seems to look rattled no matter how rattled she may actually feel. The opening strains of a Sara Bareilles song from the stage musical "Waitress" begin from the machine, and the words dance on the little screen in front of her as she settles herself and begins to sing. Her voice is pleasant, clear, more Broadway precise than pop or soul in tone.

It's not simple to say
That most days I don't recognize me
That these shoes and this apron
That place and its patrons
Have taken more than I gave them
It's not easy to know
I'm not anything like I used be, although it's true
I was never attention's sweet center
I still remember that girl

She's imperfect, but she tries
She is good, but she lies
She is hard on herself
She is broken and won't ask for help
She is messy, but she's kind
She is lonely most of the time
She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie
She is gone, but she used to be mine

Rebecca continues the song, her voice rising as she looks to the table where Itzhak is sitting and gives him a smile. She was probably in the Drama Club in high school. Maybe she did some theater in college even.

It's not what I asked for
Sometimes life just slips in through a back door
And carves out a person and makes you believe it's all true
And now I've got you
And you're not what I asked for
If I'm honest, I know I would give it all back
For a chance to start over and rewrite an ending or two
For the girl that I knew

Who'll be reckless, just enough
Who'll get hurt, but who learns how to toughen up
When she's bruised and gets used by a man who can't love
And then she'll get stuck
And be scared of the life that's inside her
Growing stronger each day 'til it finally reminds her
To fight just a little, to bring back the fire in her eyes
That's been gone, but used to be mine
Used to be mine

She finishes with a tiny bit of a blush, the only indication of any nerves, and heads back to her table.

Of course Nicole sees Joey walk in. Her eyes are riveted to him as he makes his way through the bar and his interactions with others. Poor Chad. She is smiling though, waiting for him to see her, which he eventually does. When he drops down in the chair beside her, Nicole leans in to kiss his cheek gently. "You are welcome to stalk me anytime, Kelly. Only person who is allowed." She gestures towards Sparrow and Rhys and says, "they are planning my demise... I mean a double date with axe throwing." Seeing his drink, which she never got around to ordering, she takes it from his hand for a sip then hands it back. She waves to Abitha and says, "Hi Mac, Nicole."

"Hey, if they provide them, all the better, saves me a trip to the hardware store." Rhys grins watching Itzhak head up -- okay, he was already grinning, but still -- and joins Sparrow's hoots when the recognizable strains of the mechanic's choice start up. And also Nicole, in the choruses. Counts as a warm up, right? "Nice goin' Mr. Spanky!" he cheers for the guy when he's departing the stage, turning the grin on Itzhak directly, and then there's a Joey approaching, too.

"Yo, Joe," he greets the man in return, and takes a drink of his beer, gesturing with the cup as he notes, "For the record, I'm pretty sure I'm going to be on board for nearly anything we can accurately describe as 'a sexy pants adventure'. ...Nearly. We'll just stand safely and happily behind you, Nicole." Not currently drunk enough to crack any jokes about the view, apparently. Just maybe imply them. And of course Alison gets proper applause and such as well. "Hey," he greets Abitha back, "Rhys, conversational cookie monster. Got any cookies?" A gesture suggests that what seats remain might not be saved for the mythical Nicholas, if she needs one.

Kailey's eyes track after Everett to Lyric. And the smile on her face turns coy and playful all over again. Turning back towards the stage she lounges back in her chair, leg crossed over knee, and listening to unfamiliar songs. The coy smile fading to simple enjoyment. Head bobbing now and again with the music.

The 'Yo, Joe' has the wrong Joe entirely looking around, expression one of inquiry. "Beg pardon?" Joe wonders, raising his eyebrows at Rhys. A beat, and then he realizes he wasn't the one intended. "Oh, sorry."

Lyric's attention goes from Kailey to the stage to Everett when he approaches her. She turns towards him with her drink in hand and leans in a little to listen to him over the singing. "Are you sure?" Tilting her head back again, because he was so tall!" Itzhak's song is done and she whistles, a look of pride on her features. "He's so good at that." Then again, he's in the band! Glancing over at Tyrone, she waves before giving Everett a nod. "I can help you."

August gives Joey an up-nod, claps and cheers for Rebecca. He watches Joe's confusion, coughs a laugh when he realizes what's happened. "Plenty of Joe around here," he says, like it's some private joke.

Joseph retorts, without missing a beat, "I'll say. More of me than you realize."

The last two songs are slow. And sad.
Everett turns his attention back to the stage, holding his gaze there longer than the recent songs. "Mother. Fucker," he frowns. "Stealing my bit," because he's the authority on sad songs. Where's Park, she'd have a Baby Shark right about now.

But when Lyric asks if he's sure, Everett's attention is pulled, kicking and screaming back to the white blonde. "Huh? Oh, yeah." He nods enthusiasticly. "If you saved her," a fat thumb jerked over his leather jacket clad shoulder, "then the least I can do is offer a seat, babe. Here," when his order arrives, he offers Lyric the girly drinks. How he ended up with the cheese sticks is anyone's guess. "Follow me, and thanks." Returning to the table, Everett offers to Kailey, "I got something they don't have on the menu," he says, putting the, everything down.

Joey looks up to Sparrow and arches an eyebrow when she volunteers him for the axe throwing only replying, "Ah yeah? Cool." He leans his cheek into the smooch asking them curious, "Who at?" Because yes, that's right where this question goes. Looking up to Joseph he pauses and arches an eyebrow greeting, "Cavanaugh, we're going to last names. Sup, man?" Arm drops across the back of the booth settling in. "Roen, Need to talk to you about a god damn tree that keeps moving when I'm tryin to trim it. I'm paying you for it to be your problem."

Rhys glances over in faint surprise to the 'beg pardon', then grins again when he sorts it out. "Yo, other-Joe," he replies to Cavanaugh, "Rhys. Nice to meet you." He's just finishing off his beer as Rebecca finishes her song, which is good timing, since halfway though his clapping he blinks and realises, "Oh, shit, I think that's me." The last swallow goes down and he stands up, leaning over to steal a kiss from Sparrow with a much-too-solemn, "For luck," before he saunters toward the stage.

Kailey welcomes Lyric coming to the table with a grin and another little wave. "That was a great song. I've not heard it before. But I like it," She says as she reaches out to relieve Everett of the evil carbohydrates she ordered. "Mmmmmm, love these things," She says as she breaks one in two, letting the steam billow out. "Want some?" Turning to Everett she blinks at him and raises a brow. "What's that?"

"I left them at home." Abitha retorts to Rhys, hooking a thumb in the direction of her shop, then giving a wave to the others that had greeted her. "I'm going to lie and say they're oatmeal raisin so you won't want any." She does slide into the seat though, because politeness trumps mythological beings.

August cuts a look at Joe, snorts. "It's my middle name, is what I meant," he says, wry. He arches an eyebrow at Joey, amused. "Tree doesn't want to be trimmed? Well we can certainly have a look at it. I'll text you some dates and times, you pick one that works." He gives Joey a slightly-less-than-jovial-look for a half-second. "Everyone okay? No one's been hurt?" Here he is, asking someone about if a tree hurt them. Only in this town would that sound normal.

Sparrow gives Nicole a look when she makes that rule about who is and isn't allowed to stalk her. "Rude." She even manages to look properly offended and damned near pouty for all of a second and a half, promptly distracted as she is by the nearly full approval for Sexy Pants Adventures. In a stage-whisper, she assures Rhys, "Don't worry. We'll work out some No Pants Adventures, too." But there's an Abitha finally making her way over and getting a bright, bright smile from the bleach blonde. "Mac!" There might even be a hopeful look in her eyes at Rhys' bid for cookies. "And that's Joey," she points to the guy next to Nicole. Then over to Joseph, she adds, "That's Joe." Like the Y makes all the difference.

When Alison takes the stage, she commands a good portion of Sparrow's attention, the new look and sad song inspiring some pensive consideration from the gregarious blonde. So much so, really, that she nearly forgets to applaud, a bit too lost in thought to pick up on it until she notices others have. Right, that's the proper response. There's a look to Nicole, like she might say something, maybe about why women change their hair, but she doesn't. Instead, Joey's complaint about trees distracts her, and she calls over to August, "Lotsa things move over there that shouldn't," with her eyes all wide and haunted. Probably for comedic effect, right? With another song up, there's more applause that leaves her distracted when Rhys dips down for that kiss, caught off-guard by the unexpected affection. Which leaves her grinning like an idiot as she watches him go.

Gathering the foofoo drinks, Lyric also balances her own as she meanders her way through the crowded place to the table where Kailey is giving all the coy looks and smiles. The drinks go to the table first, then Lyric slides into a seat across from Kailey and offers a smile. "We come bearing gifts." Her attention isn't off the stage completely, all the music and lyrics are heard, and when each singer finishes, she applauds them then picks up her drink and sips some more. Her's definitely isn't non-alcoholic. "Thanks, I heard it a little bit ago and been practicing it a lot since then so I could learn it." Her nose crinkles and she shakes her head. "I don't like cheese sticks, but thank you."

"Pleasure," Joe says, to Rhys, before he's off for the sake of music. A lift of his glass to Joey, "Sounds good to me. I'm used to answering to Cavanaugh." Then a look of polite interest to August. "Is it now? Joseph's actually my middle name. First name's Tom, but I haven't seriously used it since I was a kid. Irish-Catholic family, too many Toms and Michaels and Jameses around." To Joey, "Not too much, man. You?"

Rebecca watches Itzhak sway out for a smoke and she returns to her soda. "Next time, you're the designated driver," she quips at August. "So, Cavanaugh, what brought you to Gray Harbor?"

The offer, he declines. The ask, Everett offers a meaty hand to gesture at Lyric with. "Her. Of course." He remains standing until after Lyric sits and then sits down himself. Pushing the bourbon out of the way, he takes his draft in his large hand and takes a large sip from it before putting it back down, "So what's all this about saving her?" he asks Lyric, inclining his head at Kailey after the cheese sticks have been refused all around.

Abitha sees that hopeful look from Sparrow and silently mouths, 'Not actually oatmeal raisin.' as if it weren't obvious. She follows the introductions, perking up, though not cutting in on others' conversations, "Oh, I know Joe! He likes X-Wing. Like the original X-Wing. Dope AF old-school." Another large sip of her cider, a quick look at her phone, then sliding it away.

"Uh, non-living targets... I hope..." Nicole responds to Joey's question. "Maybe that tree you are hiring August to take care of." She grins then shouts out to Rhy's back as he walks to the stage, "good luck, Rhys!" But Sparrow's mock-offense makes her chuckle a bit. "I might make an exception or two."

"More for me," Kailey says without missing a beat. Dunking the first one into the ranch and taking a bite. As she pulls it away the mozzy stretches and finally breaks. Leaving her with cheese dangling from her lips. Quickly tucked away as she chews in that way people do when something is just a bit too hot. "Mmmm..., well...I wound up following her and a cop under the boardwalk. Me being nosey," She says with a shrug of her shoulder. "You remember when I came back with my arm hurt last week?" And she lifts her left arm, wiggling it and cheese stick back and forth.

"Josephus, technically, but that's because my mom's family are Roman Jewish and she wanted to make my name kind of...traditional, ish." August shrugs about that; hey, he has no complaints. 'Josephus' would always be said and spelled wrong, but 'August' is taught to every kid in America. Win/win. The whole month is his.

He asides to Rebecca, "I'm happy to stick to Shirley Temples so you can get properly smashed next time."

"Umm." Lyric gives a side eyed look to Kailey as she sort of explains before giving Everett a full on grin. "I used a zombie to beat up a sea hag." There, nuff said. Wrapping both hands around her drink, she lifts it and finishes it off. All gone! Now she needs another. "I have to get another drink. I'll be back." A smile to the two before she gets to her feet intent on going to the bar to order more.

"The glib answer is that the wind blew me here," What, like Mary Poppins? "The real answer is that I'm pretty sure it was a ....whatever your term is for it. Itzhak calls it the Song, I've heard it called the Art or the Gift or the Shine. But it was leanin' on me somethin' fierce when I set out 'bout twenty months ago, and it never did let up until I got here," Joe's expression is more somber now, and he takes a much bigger mouthful of that drink. Not a light subject of conversation. "Thought originally I'd ride out the winter here and then be on my way, but.... found a reason or two to stay on."

Then he's giving August a glance. "Huh," he says, thoughtfully. "That's cool."

"Big fucking nerd," Sparrow concurs with Abitha of Joe, every ounce of that sentiment steeped in admiration, from one nerd to another. "Sith-ass motherfucker." She might mistake Mac's cider-sipping as a toast, cuz she lifts her beer and drinks too. When her drink comes down, she blows a little kiss across the table at Nicole and tells her, "I'll keep it mostly unobtrusive," of this hypothetical stalking. Like she's got time to just creep on people. But she's mostly watching the stage.

Late, though one couldn't strictly call him fashionably so, the Police Chief's chief lackey shows up well after things are underway. He pauses just inside the doorway and double-checks something on his phone with a couple of swipes of his thumb. Then prowls over to the bar as it's shoved away again. Dark, fitted jeans, scuffed boots and a hoodie zipped over top with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows and a goodly amount of ink on display, the cop's identity is very much not obscured by the ball cap tugged over his head. He's got half an eye on the crowd of people as he sidles up to place a drink order, though makes no move yet to approach anyone he recognises.

"You," Everett. Surprised. Knock him over with a feather, "nosey?" He shakes his head softly, before reaching back and gathering his long black hair into a ponytail behind his head before letting it spill over his leather-clad shoulders. "I. Just. I just can't believe it. You?" He frowns, he can't fathom. "Nosey. Really?" With a soft snort and smirk, he drops the bit and puts his elbow on the tabletop so he can rest his square chin in the palm, nodding to Kailey's question. "I do," he says, lingering. Then he turns to Lyric and grins. "That sounds impressive," he says while Lyric stands and his attention turns back to Kailey and he starts arranging the virgin drinks infromt of her like a wall. For Kailey and her cheesy sticks.

And then Abitha's comment registers, and he flashes a grin at her that way, lifting his drink, "That's right," he says. "I 'member talkin' to you about that. And I am a huge nerd. Fuckin' ol' school, in fact." Then there's Ruiz coming in, and he's wandering over that way, as if sure of his welcome. "Javier," he says, quietly.

Rhys gets up to the stage, takes the mic, and the music starts up slow tempo again. Man, everyone's just stealing Everett's bit today, aren't they? Well, maybe not entirely. The redhead takes up an incongruously innocent-looking stance, wrapping both hands around the mic, and musically inquires, "Nice to meet you, where you been? I could show you incredible things..." A hand drops as he continues, slinking across the stage, picking out a woman at one of the front tables for, "'Oh my God, look at that face! You look like my next mistake'; love's a game, wanna play?" a hand extending as though to invite her to join him.

It isn't actually intended as one; instead he follows Hank's earlier lead, moving out into the audience to sing at people. He's not an amazing singer, but not terrible, and hey he damn well commits. Everett gets the invitation to grab his passport and his hand, 'cause "I can make the bad guys good for a weekend..." The melodrama in the performance builds, even more tongue-in-cheek than the original, and he sits on his prior table half-draping, to inform Sparrow that he's "Got a long list of ex-lovers; they'll tell you I'm insane. 'cause you know I love the players," a wink, "and you! love! the! game!"

Rebecca shoulder bumps August in solidarity, "You're a saint, Roen." Then she looks to Joseph and his tale of how he made it to Gray Harbor. "I followed my boss here, but I think something about this place made us come here, so I understand. I mean, a world class french pastry chef does not simply uproot from California and relocate to the middle of nowhere, Washington." She shakes her head at that. "I'm a personal assistant, before you ask if I can make cupcakes or something. I can't bake. Ironic."

Joey looks up to sparrow and points the neck of the bottle to her, "Pretty sure you're that only one person. I'm just pressing my luck." He blinks those stern green eyes at Nicole's suggestion and processes that and protests, "I don't want to be short one tree I just want to not chase the damn thing across the back ten." He looks back to Roen's long answer and just gives the man a flat stare. At the end of the explanation that was too many words to explain a name (for Joey) he drinks his beer and says to the pair of them, "Well 2 more and we can form Joe-tron." Abitha joining them gets the look. "You got the game shop yeah?"

When Lyric waves at him, Tyrone will throw her a pace sign, then give her a thumbs up from her performance. But, that was like forever ago. So now, he's just been sitting there quietly, listening to the other people sing. Sighing and shaking his head to himself, he finishes the beer in front of him and sets it back down on his table, going back to his phone once again. So important, that phone.

Kailey bats her eyelashes innocently at Everett. And the bites her lower lip putting on that cute and innocent look again. Eyes rolling upwards and to the side. "Mmmmmhmmmm," She affirms as she pulls the strawberry daquiri over. Plucking the cherry off the top and popping it off it's stem. "It really -was- impressive. That had didn't know what hit her. Kinda like Jenny in the movie." Her eyes drift over to the stage and Rhys' song. It is clear she recognizes because she begins to mouth the words, hed bobbing along to the music.

"Damn right," Sparrow quips to Joey when he generously suggests she's the one with native Nicole-stalking rights, though it's a soft smile that she turns his way with those two little words. When the next song starts up, she busts out in a giddy laugh, decidedly delighted with Rhys' selection, but not so terribly distracted that she misses the opportunity to note to Joey, "She's my boss," of Mac. With wide-eyed appreciation, she watches all of Rhys' interaction with the crowd, her smile utterly irrepressible by the time he's singing to her, brows arched high in a challenge that doesn't hold, the wink undoing her, lips parting in a giggle.

Oh god, had she made a toast? Was Joe making another toast? Shit, now Abitha has to drink again after an amicable, "Nothing but respect." Though a palm does rise in a halting motion, "Please no force-lightning." She takes her drink finally, then has to wheel on the other Joe-y's question, eyes a little harried, that typical expression of being mentally pulled a few directions, but adapting, "Yyyy-yes, Control Pad is my baby." She points to Sparrow, "This one is Employee of the Month. Every month." Because this was the logical way to show everyone she belonged to the socialization group. Not a lizard-brain move at all.

Lyric walks over to the bar about the time Ruiz gets there and she flashes him a smile, familiar as he is, before leaning her elbows on the bar. "I need another drink please." Again, straightening and reaching a hand into her back pocket and tugging out a bill to pay for the drink. Then she goes back to waiting for the drink.

While Rhys leaves the stage, Everett perks and looks around. Is this allowed?
Why is Rhys heading towards him?
Oh no.

The gorilla is slow on his cue, just starting to look like he's about to take Rhys' hand, and looks confused that he's about to do so. Then he understands and gives a sheepish shrug to Kailey with both hands. Guilty as sung. "Jenny in which movie," Everett asks Kailey without any recognition of what she might be meaning.

Ruiz drags his gaze from Taylor Swift's singing likeness, to the tall blond approaching him at the bar. Whom he watches steadily, raptly even, with a flicker of a smile when Joe addresses him. "Not bad," he remarks of Rhys's performance, then a murmured gracias as his drink arrives, and the glass tipped to his mouth for a sip. "Thought Rosencrantz was going to be here. He bail?"

Mariah gives a look up from her spot in the corner by the bar. Nothing was on fire, the windows were all intact. Her watch had ended. The platinum blonde woman slips from her seat and heads behind the bar, disappearing into the back to head towards the office. Hank could handle the crowd.

Kailey has a mouthful of cheese stick. But she giggles as Rhys comes by, playing along with the song. And she manages to chew most of it before she says, "Legend," And swallow followed by finishing off her coke. "Have you seen it?"

Rebecca spots Ruiz at the bar and she gives him a wave from the table she sits at with August, and an empty spot that likely belongs to the Rosencrantz in question.

Nicole smiles at Joey and nods. "Totally," she says in response to him pressing his luck. As Rhys is singing, her eyes go to him. She laughs and shakes her head. "I can't believe he's singing Tay Tay... Classic." Looking at Sparrow again she asks, "your boss? You work at the game shop?" She looks to Abitha again. "How do you get her to behave? What's your secret?"

Joe's kind of half angled to the group he came from, half at the cop at the bar. To Rebecca, he says, "I'd believe it. I mean, about Glimmer bringing y'all here. No comment on your bakin' skills. I'm an okay baker myself, but on the hobby level, nothin' more.

A snicker for Joey's comment. "Well, we'll have to find two more, then, won't we?" And as if unable to help himself, he waggles fingers at Sparrow and Abitha....and for a moment, they crawl with arcs of electricity, like little Jacob's ladders. Then he curls his hand into a fist, and they vanish. Yeah, someone's a little too proud about his abilities. To Ruiz, he notes, "I think he hit his limit and bolted. He went out to smoke and ain't come back. C'mon, come drink with Roen and Rebecca and me."

The drama's at full-tilt by the time Rhys gets to the screaming, crying, and perfect storms, informing Kailey that he can make all the tables turn and singling out some random couple to ask of one "Oh my God, who is she?" on his way back to the stage proper, which is the only appropriate place to declare to the world that, "You'll come back each time you leave, 'cause, darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream." There's a hell of a lot of conviction put into that claim for a dude currently wearing a knock-knock joke.

The Dramatics and interactions rise and fall through the rest song until he hits the end, on the stage again and slightly quieter, "Got a long list of ex-lovers; they'll tell you I'm insane. But I've got a blank space, baby," and toward Sparrow of course, a touch lighter, "and I'll write your name." The music ends, and he grins broadly, makes an unreasonably flamboyant bow just because he can, and hands on the mic before sauntering back to his table.

"Behavior is optional, unless you're Kyle." Abitha cocks her head suddenly. Something was buzzing. She looks back and forth. Abitha was buzzing. She jumps in surprise, dragging her phone out, looking down, "Ffffff-uuuck. I scheduled myself to stream tonight!" She's punishing the last bits of her cider in a quick few gulps, setting the glass down and scrambling out of her seat, "Sorry! Sorry! I'm..." She sees the lightning, pointing at Joe, "No! Bad Joe!" but she was on her way out anyways, making a gurgly joke scream as she pushes out of the door and rushes across the street.

Kailey grins lopsides at Rhys when he gets into the song. Nodding her head encouragingly. And when he is done she is applauding. "Oh! I'm next," Kailey says suddenly. The cheese stick disappears with surprising rapidity. Fingers licked then wiped into her napkin and a last sip of her coke. Jumping up her toothy grin returns and she heads to take the mic. Taking a deep breath the song takes off right away.

"Well there's gonna be a freaker's ball," Kailey starts with a coy little smile and a soft chuckle into the mic. Her voice low and in the back of her throat giving her a bit of Dr. Hook's original rasp. "Tonight at the Freaker's Hall. And you know you're invited one and all, uh oh!" And she grins and wiggles her brows as a finger points out at the bar to include everyone. With a roll of her shoulders she begins to sway her hips to the music.

"Come on baby's grease your lips!" She licks hers suggestively.
"Grab your hats and swing your hips," Kailey gives her hips a wide roll and winks out into the audience.
"And don't forget to bring your whips," The bright-haired woman makes a whip-cracking gesture.
We're going to the freaker's ball..." And her face animates into excitement and another eyebrow wiggle.

As the song rolls on she continues to dance and sway playfully on the stage. "Blow your whistle, and bang your gong. Roll up something to take along," She mimes putting something to her lips with a playful eyeroll towards the ceiling. "It feels so good, it must be wrong! We're freakin' at the freaker's ball."

Kailey only has a second to shoot a mischevious smile as she continues to sing, letting her voice be a little huskier than normal, "Well all the fags and the dykes they're boogie-in' together. The leather freaks are dressed in all kinds of leather," And her eyes fall on Joseph with a smirk, "The greatest of the sadists and the masochists too. Screaming, 'please hit me and I'll hit you'," Her voice pitches up higher into a begging playful tone. And then, of course, her hand comes down to smack against the back of her thigh.

Everett shakes his head softly to the negative, "Not that I recall. I don't watch a lot of movies." He picks up his mug and swirls it a little during a pause and adds, "I gave it a try in the winter, and ended up having to pretend an old lady manhandled me in the dark just to get her evicted from the theater." He pauses to take a long drink of his beer before adding, "They gave me free tickets to come back for that, for some reason." He pauses again when Rhys returns to the table, hoping it isn't his turn to get picked on again. Oh good, just Kailey. Whew. Everett waits until Rhys leaves and then leaves forward across the table, "Remind me to introduce you around later."

Rebecca takes notice of Joe's powers being displayed, but she doesn't give any sign of doing so. There isn't the slightest change in her expression or demeanor. She's got a hell of a poker face. It's what makes her good at her job, never looking frustrated or angry around her boss or the people he deals with.

August gives Ruiz an upnod, nods his head at the empty spot in the booth he has with Rebecca. They're the odd couple, her lovely blonde likeness, his red and black fingernails and black motorcycle jacket. Clearly there's a missing transition phase. "He needed a smoke. And he's completely fucking hammered, so." So who knows when he's coming back. One of them will go fetch him soon enough.

His eyes snap to Joe when he feels the pull of the Art, and he arches an eyebrow at him, amused, but says nothing.

Glass halfway to his mouth for a second pass, Ruiz's gaze is inexorably drawn to the flicker of glimmer just outside his peripheral vision. Dark eyes rove across just in time to spot those tiny arcs and pops of electricity, and his expression skews amused. "You're getting better," he murmurs, completing the pull of tequila, thumb scratching at his nose. Then he pushes off the bar, and closes his hand around the back of Joe's arm to steer him toward the table in question. "Sure. Let's go." Rebecca's spotted on their way over, and he tosses her a wink. Then moves in for a one-armed hug once he's near enough. "Hola, extraño."

"Yeah, I am," Joe says, without the faintest hint of modesty or contrition. "Workin' on it, little by little." And then he lets Ruiz draw him back towards Roen and Rebecca. A glance around, as if in hopes Itz might have returned, but then he shrugs and ambles after. Still nursing his original drink.

Sparrow's eyes go wide in a sorta Here? Really? kinda amusement when she catches that sithing from Joe, but she's stifling another giggle, really. That humor can be heard in her voice when she affectionately calls the fleeing Mac, "Rebel scum!" for her chastisement of the lightning-maker. But it's only a brief distraction from the performance, from Rhys working the crowd and that offer of a blank space for her name. She holds up heart-hands to go with the heart-eyes with which she looks up at him as he bows. When he comes back down to rejoin the table, she leans right into him to steal a kiss of her own. Without any excuses about needing luck. But she does tell him, "You're amazing, you know that?"

Rebecca returns Ruiz' hug and kisses his cheek with a warm smile. " Hola tu mismo guapo." She grins and settles back into her seat. "Itzel went out to smoke and decompress. It's loud and busy in here and..." she grimaces a little, and leans in to whisper to the police captain.

Joey drinks his goddamned drink and minds his own business because nothing out of the ordinary for Gray Harbor is happening... of course the same applied to the day gremlins came through the roof of the TibS too. "Shit dude, I didn't know you could do that." He looks up from Abitha to Joe to Abitha and tries to decipher the moment, filters it, and lets it pass. "So what's with the axe throwing? We LARPing Gauntlet or some shit or what?"

Javier's not much of a blusher, though his expression immediately softens and creases up into a hell of a disarming smile, when Rebecca greets him. He gives her shoulder a squeeze, then leans in to listen to something she tells him. The smile dims, then fades entirely, and there's a slight nod of acknowledgement as he glances toward the door. Then, once Joe's seated himself, he claims a spot between the two blondes, settling in with his knees all sprawled. "You singing for us tonight, Roen?" he tips across to August, inked fingers resting loose around his glass.

"The FBI is dancin' with the junkies. All the straights, swingin' with the funkies. Across the floor and up the wall, we're freakin' at the freaker's ball, y'all. We're freakin' at the freaker's ball," Kailey sings out into the chorus with much glee and enthusiasm. Continuing to dance mostly with her hips and shoulders. Doing a little, slow, spin in place.

"Everybody's kissing each other. Brother with sister, son with mother," And she goes wide-eyed when she says that bit. "Smear my body up with butter," She bends her knees so she drops down into a crouch and then writhes up to a stand, free hand sliding up her leg and torso. "And take me to the freaker's ball!" Again she pretends to bring something to her lips and take a little hit off it. Head giving an exaggerated and theatric wiggle. "Pass that roach please, and pour the wine. I'll kiss yours if you'll kiss mine," And she puckers her lips quickly before continuing, "I'm gonna boogie 'til I'm cold blind. Freakin' at the freaker's ball. White ones, black ones, yellow ones, red ones," The dancing continues. "Necrophiliacs looking for dead ones. The greatest of the sadists and the masochists too. Screaming, 'please hit me and I'll hit you.'" And another smack of the hip.

"Everybody ballin' in batches
Pyromaniacs strikin' matches
I'm gonna itch me where it scratches
Freakin' at the freaker's ball, y'all
We're freakin' at the freaker's ball
We're at a ball
We're freakin' at the freaker's baaaaAAAaaaaall!"

That last note is drawn out and ends high. With Kailey grinning like a fool and a little sweat from her playful dancing dots her brow. Reaching up she brushes it away and goes to hand over the mic.

August eyes Joe thoughtfully as he and Ruiz finally join him with Rebecca at the table. "Yeah, you've shifted some. A little stronger here and there." He gestures his (mournfully) glass at Ruiz. "Already did. You missed it. Come back next time and you might get to see me do Bonnie Tyler. Or Raitt."

Nicole is watching the stage and mostly misses the arcing employee and employer. By the time she notices, it's died down and everyone is just looking at the other Joe. She looks about confused a moment, then shrugs and smiles towards Rhys at the end of his song, applauding lightly and grinning as she says, "awwww." She steals Joey's drink again for a sip. "No.. um, like... I'll let Sparrow describe it. I just have to show up in sexy pants."

With her drink in hand, Lyric leaves the bar after looking over at Joe, then approaches Tyrone, having a seat before she even asks. "Hi," she grins at him. "Are you gonna sing tonight too? You should. It's fun." Settling in, she takes a drink from her glass. "It's good to see ya again."

"You missed August singing some Clapton, and Itzhak going back to the 80s, and even me updating my high school theater repertoire," Rebecca notes with a grin at Ruiz. "Late to the party, mi amigo," she chides with a sip of her soda. Clearly she's designated driver tonight. That's what happens when Karaoke comes on a work night.

Rhys sees absolutely nothing strange going on, definitely simply because he's busy returning to his table and reclaiming his seat (What, no new drink? Have to do something about that.) and not at all because the Veil's busily doing its hey-look-over-there-it's-Elvis trick for the Totally Normal members of the bar's clientele. Sparrow has absolutely no trouble stealing that kiss as he settles in, and he slides an arm around her shoulders. "Absolutely, but it's still nice to be told," he answers her airily, the grin trying to escape the whole time and undercutting the arrogance a bit. It succeeds afterward, and she gets a more sincere, "Thanks," as he pops a tater tot into his mouth and attempts to steal her drink, since his is empty.

"What needs to be up with axe throwing? Apparently there are axes, and we get to throw them. And there might be sexy pants. And beer. All in all that sounds like a pretty good time, really. Anyway, I've never thrown an axe, so why not?" Kailey's performance makes him grin even wider, and he whoops for her enthusiastically when she's done, patting a hand on the table in lieu of proper applause that would require moving his other arm.

Turning his chair to face the stage, Everett claps open his head along with the music. Uproarious laughter follows Kailey's reaction to her incestuous line. Once again, he plays with his hair, still drying from the drizzle outside and when Kailey's song ends, Everett gets to his feet. Loud clapping follows. "Wooo!" When she makes her way back to the table, he pulls out her chair for her and gestures to it with much fanfare.

There's a nod from Joe....and no sign of shame. The Dark Men didn't just roar into the parking lot like a pack of bikers, so apparently it must be okay, right? He's comfortably seated by Ruiz, and nods at August. "You can tell down to the hair what someone can and can't do?" he wonders. Every time he runs into Roen, he learns something new. Just wait until the pilot starts following him around like a duckling.

When Lyric joins him at his table, Tyrone looks up and smiles at her. "Heya. Awesome job. You can really sing, girl," he compliments. She didn't give him a chance to pull out her chair, so he just stays parked. "Yeah, good to see you, too. But nah, I don't sing. Like, at all," he says, smirking as he shakes his head. "And this don't seem like a rap crowd."

"It doesn't seem like a rap crowd because no one is singing rap right now. They are into whatever is being performed at the time." Lyric counters with a grin. "Don't you even sing in the shower? Besides, I know you like music other than rap after our video song game we played. You should sing something. Anything!" As Kailey finishes hers, she puts her drink down and cheers her own with a grin. "Isn't she great? She's really fun."

"Just a bit of fun," Sparrow tells Joey. "I'll handle all the arrangements, handsome." She points to Nicole indicatively when she talks about the sexy pants. See? Arrangements already being made! Magic is happening! She sinks rather comfortably in against Rhys with his arm draped over her shoulders, but a lot of her attention is on Kailey as she strugs and dances and camps it up on stage, a few hoots let out for this lyric or that hip-smack until the song's coming to its end, enthusiastic applause offered for that weird selection. It's only when Hank calls for the next singer by name that she mutters an, "Oh shit!" and stirs from her comfortable position. To nip at Rhys' jaw, first. To finish her beer, second. Then to head on up to the stage.

Kailey isn't quite skipping off the stage and back to her seat with a grin. Sinking into her seat she reaches out to lightly squeeze Everett's hand. There's a giddy giggle coming from her at the applause and whoops. "I love that song," She says. Picking up her cheese sticks they are not perfect temperature and still cheese. "So what song you singing?" She asks Everett around her bite.

"Some of us have gainful fucking employment," de la Vega points out on the heels of August's chiding about him being late. There's no heat in the cop's words though; maybe even a glint of amusement in his dark eyes. Which rove to the stage again as Kailey starts singing, something about the FBI and junkies, and he nearly guffaws at that. "Eso parece," he murmurs in aside to Rebecca, tugging off his cap in order to absently scrub his knuckles through close-cropped curls. "Que pena." Joe's comment gains a soft snort as he sips his drink. "Don't feed his fucking ego."

"So, rapping ain't singing. And nah, I can't sing. I /like/ music, but I couldn't carry a tune in a bucket with a lid on it," Tyrone disagrees, smirking. As Kailey finishes, Tyrone applauds modestly and shrugs, nodding to Lyric. "She's cool, I guess. I dunno what she was singin', though ...." He shakes his head and shrugs again. "Really, I'm cool just chillin' here, shawty. They plenty of folks tryin'a get up and sing who really wanna. So I say, let 'em."

"I just bet you do," Everett counters to Kailey, Putting his hands on her shoulders to lightly squeeze after she's seated. The back of her head gets a peck before Everett returns to his seat. "Am I singing?" he asks, innocent, fluttering his eyelashes, perhaps forgetting that he's already admitted to Lyric that he was. "Shut your beautiful mouth and eat your mozzarella sticks. I don't know why you got them here when you could have got them at SR and listened to Lee or Ian cursing at the gease burns on their hands. I thought that's half the fun."

"Yeah, it's part of the shaping." August gestures, perhaps unnecessarily, when he calls it that. "Mending, some folks call it. We can all," he spins a finger to indicate not just them, but various people in the bar, "see if someone can do things, but with shaping you can see the specifics. I've looked at you before, so it's like," he nods at Alison, "how she shaved her head. If you'd never met her, you'd think she always did, or wouldn't have reason not to. But I've seen her before, so I know there's a change, I can compare it." He points at Joe with his glass. "Same with you. You've got a bit more of the movement now."

He gives Ruiz an amused, sidelong look. "And some of us started at 6, so we could be done at 4." He bobs his eyebrows, but shakes his head when Ruiz mentions his ego, amusement fading. "Not about that I don't." The interlude passes, and he's smiling again. "Just everything else." He eases out from the table. "Refills?"

Sparrow takes up the microphone before the music starts, a nod tipped toward Hank after she's taken a moment to survey the crowd from up here. She lightly taps out a four-count against her hip then starts, "We go together," just before the music starts. "Better than birds of a feather, you and me." With one heel tapping, her hip shifts shallowly to the beat. "We change the weather. I'm feeling heat in December when you're round me." Her hips start shifting more purposefully as she starts in on the pre-chorus. "I've been dancing on top of cars and stumbling out of bars, I follow you through the dark, can't get enough. You're the medicine and the pain, the tattoo inside my brain, and, baby, you know it's obvious." She angles a look right at Rhys as she plants and sings, "I'm a sucker for you. Say the word, and I'll go anywhere blindly." By the time she works her way around to, "I'm a sucker for all the subliminal things no one knows about you," she's bent forward toward the crowd, belting her heart out until, "I'm a sucker for you," comes with a dramatic turn to start in on the second verse.

"Don't complicate it," gets angled farther into the crowd, toward other familiar faces with a hint of a grin before moving on. "Cuz I know you, and you know everything about me. I can't remember... all of the nights I don't remember when you're round me." Again, those at her table get a look as she waggles her brows comically to the oh yeah yeah yeah of the backing vocals. The rest of the number has her stomping about while she croons about what a sucker she is with shoulder-shimmies and flirtatious looks for just about anyone and everyone in the audience. By the end of the repetition, she's losing cohesion, giggling, a kiss blown to everyone in general as she sets the mic back in place.

The bleach blonde does not, however, return to her table once she's stepped down from the platform, instead making her way over to the bar to order another round. And precisely four shots of tequila.

"I think he means me," Joe offers, amused. "Which is way too fuckin' late. Nothin' to be done about it now, I been aware of how awesome I am since I was about fourteen." Finally down to the dregs of bourbon, and looking back at the bar, thoughtfully, before he says to Roen, "That's fascinating. I didn't realize that....and that you could gauge it that exactly." Taps a nail on the glass, indecisive....and distracted, for a moment, by Sparrow doing her thing, and applauding it by a shrill whistle.

Kailey chuckles and says, "Well, yeah. But we're not -at- the SR are we? And I really like the ranch dressing here. It's better." That is admittedwith a little shrug of one shoulder at him. "You should see about switching," And she takes another bite. As Sparrow begins to sing she glances at the stage with a little smirk and then back to her food and that strawberry smoothie.

"Thank you, August but I think I'm going to go see if Itzhak is ok, and then get myself home. If he wants to stay, someone make sure he gets home all right? Into an Uber or the like? He's really wasted." Rebecca gives Ruiz' knee a gentle pat and gives him another cheek kiss. Before she stands "I'll see you soon. I think I still owe you lunch, Javier." She gives Joseph a smile. "Nice to meet you, Joe. I'd say 'welcome to Gray Harbor' but, well, it's Gray Harbor so instead I'll say, best of luck."

Winking, Everett steals a glance at the stage and breathes a burdened sigh. Turning back to Kailey, he leans forward and murmurs, "That's me." Standing up, he slips out of his Brando-style leather jacket over her shoulders when he walks around the table, "Remember you asked why I was wearing my tight pants today?" Everett takes a couple of steps backward, pointing at his eyes and then at Kailey before he turns around and starts his turn.

The song starts slow, acoustic guitar. "My life is brilliant," he says into the microphone with his low voice, pulling back after delivering that line, looking away and taking a breath before returning to the microphone. He searches the crowd while he continues to say his song, repeating that first line, "My life is brilliant. My love is pure. I saw an angel, of that I'm sure. She smiled at me on the subway, she was with another man." Tapping a sausage thick finger to his temple first, Everett then holds that finger up, like he has a brilliant idea, "But I won't lose no sleep on that, 'Cause I've got a plan."

The finger in the air comes down and points at his table while green eyes twinkle under the lights. "You're beautiful. You're beautiful. You're beautiful, it's true." His hand opens to make a slow, sweeping gesture, "I saw your face in a crowded place, and I don't know what to do," he sings, shrugging. Then both his large hands held over his chest while he smiles, and closes his eyes, "'cause I'll never be with you."

The next verse has some high pitches, and the giant knows they're coming. Even with practice, he looks down and smiles a soft knowing smile while trying to force his normal low tones higher. A fails. His voice cracks three times. "Yes, she ca_UGH_t my eye, as we wa_LKE_d on by," Everett pushes the microphone away while turning his head to clear his throat without it being caught by the microphone. "She could see from my face that I was, FLYI_n' h_IGH," rolling his eyes skywards, his smile widens, quick prayer before he continues, covering his eyes with his empty hand. "And I don't think that I'll see her again," his paw comes off his eyes to look for her, "but we shared a moment that will l_AST_ 'til the E_n_D."

James Blunt - You're Beautiful

August is shot a horrified look when he mentions six in the morning, like, who in their right mind would do that? Never mind that he works shifts like anyone else at the precinct, and six in the morning is very much not unheard of for him. Rebecca's departure, complete with cheek kiss, gains a dimpled smile and brief trailing of his eyes, then he leans in to say something quietly to Joe. A pull of his drink follows, and an absent few moments spent watching Sparrow at the bar with her four fucking shots of tequila.

"I guess, but if it's not singing then rap, cause I know you can talk and I bet you could talk fast." Lyric doesn't continue trying to get him up there, not one to push anything on anyone. With Sparrow taking the stage, she looks her way and grins at Tyrone after hearing the lyrics of the song. "It's a good one too. And people are having fun. This is the most singers I've ever seen here before, I like it." After a few moments, she tacks on, "The band is going to Seattle for a gig. We are opening up for another band then cutting a single while we're there. I'm super excited!"

Upon hearing the song Everett sings, Lyric's expression freezes and her eyes fly to the stage and to the singer. Finally, she wears a smile as she listens, raptly.

Nicole sings along, but quietly, to Sparrow's singing, dancing a bit in her chair as she does. When the blonde bird is done, she rises to applaud her friend, cheering and adding a loud wolf whistle in response. "She's fabulous," she says to her tablemates, nodding to herself.

Both hands hold the microphone, the blush slow to color his pale cheeks, as he gets to the easy point of the song. Point. "You're beautiful. You're beautiful. You're beautiful, it's true." His hand opens to make a slow, sweeping gesture, "I saw your face in a crowded place, and I don't know what to do," a shrug. Then both his large hands held over his chest while he smiles, and closes his eyes, "'cause I'll never be with you."

Pulling away from the microphone, Everett turns around. There was a request for it last time, of sorts, and while Everett lets the Karaoke machine handle the 'la-la's, he spreads his feet shoulder-width apart and drops it like its hot.
Pervasive Pelvis Pertubances.
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle.

After a quick few shakes, his arms rise, biceps flexed, over his head to pose pointed to the right, then to the left just to make the muscles move like. The arms drop down and his hands grab the hem of his pants and pull giving him a bit of a wedgie and cleft with his pelvic rotations showcasing the cheekiness in his jeans. He whips his head over his shoulder, sending his long hair out of the way for a moment before it, too, sways back. He tries to look stern, but he's shakin' what his momma gave him, it proves to be har-- a little difficult.

Whatever it was that Ruiz just said, Joe turns and looks at him. "Hell no," he says. "Life's too short to subject anyone to me singing in public." Even the suggestion is apparently outrageous enough to deserve punishment in the form of a firm kiss. He hasn't had enough whiskey to even justify it - it's pure cussedeness.

Tyrone bobs his head while Sparrow sings, liking this Jonas Bro's song more than some of their others. He chuckles at Lyric's continued enthusiasm to have everyone's ears defiled. When she talks about going to Seattle, though, Tyrone looks honestly impressed. "Oh wow! That's big! Congrats. That's awesome. I hope it goes real well for you," he encourages. And he's about to ask another question, but then her attention is drawn to the stage. Tyrone blinks, looks, looks back, then quirks an eyebrow and chuckles quietly to himself, looking back down at his phone for a minute.

Rhys feels like he's only just gotten comfortable when alas, Sparrow is lost! But lost to performance, so that's okay. He looks pleased with the nip, and leans back in his chair to watch her head up to the stage, giving her an encouraging whistle as she goes. The grin just spreads wider as she performs, particularly when she looks his way, and when she finishes he gives her his best applause and whistles, though the grins get a bit in the way. "AND drinks?" he greets her on her return, pulling her chair a bit further out for her, "Well, now that performance is officially unbeatable."

Though Everett might be giving it a go. It's the twerking. The... to-James-Blunt twerking. Rhys cracks the entire hell up, so drinks are going to have to wait.

"I'm sure one of us can get him into a car," August assures Rebecca. "Just about," he says to Joe. "With practice. That's taken me years, I only got stronger in the shaping a little whole ago. The other two I had earlier." With an amused look at Ruiz, he says, "Well that makes two of us he's accused of having massive egos." Then he's off to the bar. On his way there, he pauses to tell Joey, "We can trim 'em. No need to cut it down. I'll get it scheduled."

While waiting for his lager he watches Sparrow perform, gives her four shots of tequila an impressed look. "Damn girl," he murmurs, and returns to the table with a basket of pretzels.

Kailey smiles a bright smile at Everett as he gets up and moves to the stage. "Oh. Okay," She says and leans forward. The straw in her daquiri put to use as she listens. Only a slight cringe at the breaks. When he points at her she quirks a brow and tilts her head slightly. One side of her smile a little higher than the other. And then he goes to twerk. And she just facepalms and sighs. "I can't take you anywhere," She mumbles before giggling into her hand.

The la-la's end, quickly (and fortunately). Everett jumps up to his feet and grabs the microphone again with a hand, the other pointing to the same spot. "You're beautiful. You're beautiful. You're beautiful, it's true." His hand opens to make a slow, sweeping gesture, "I saw your face in a crowded place, and I don't know what to do." He looks up, then points to the ceiling, "There must be an angel with a smile on her face when she thought up that I should be with you."

The last two lines prove why it's still a sad song; and as it slows down, Everett grabs the microphone with both hands and closes his eyes, "But it's time to face the truth." His eyes open, he looks serenely to one person, "I will never be with you." Continuing to hold the microphone a moment longer, he lets go, breathes a last humbling sigh, and retreats the stage before his blush gets worse with a pause to tug behind him at his pants, and going back to his table to fan himself with a hand.

Sparrow rubs at the back of her neck, smoothing down the hairs that are all standing on end, telling her someone's looking her way. When she looks over her shoulder to find the source, she turns a low-lidded smile toward Ruiz which grows wider as ehr attention extends to the rest of his table. She murmurs to the bartender and points their way, asking for a round of shots for them, too. But then it's time to work some magic, the beers pinned to her body by one arm as she takes up two shots in each hand, the whole lot brought back to the table to share. Even if it has Nicole side-eyeing her. It's a good night. Good nights demand toasts.