Karaoke, anyone?
Who: The Fairy Bod-mother, his gregarious friendly-friend, an amazing brainiac under duress, and the ultimate pop duo
What: A night of karaoke
Where: Ara
When: 7pm
Why: Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps!
Status: semi-open, and ready to be attacked by monsters
It was nearing 7pm, and Bod was unaccountably nervous. He'd gotten a table, and a sandwich, at Ara, and had finished as much of it as he was probably going to eat-- which wasn't much. He wasn't sure what made him more nervous: having sort-of tricked Blaine and Kurt into spending an evening together, or knowing that Neil expected him to sing. He'd been planning on it, anyway, but it had felt like less pressure before he knew Neil was expecting it.
Tapping his butter knife against the edge of the table, he glanced at the door for the thirtieth time.
What: A night of karaoke
Where: Ara
When: 7pm
Why: Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps!
Status: semi-open, and ready to be attacked by monsters
It was nearing 7pm, and Bod was unaccountably nervous. He'd gotten a table, and a sandwich, at Ara, and had finished as much of it as he was probably going to eat-- which wasn't much. He wasn't sure what made him more nervous: having sort-of tricked Blaine and Kurt into spending an evening together, or knowing that Neil expected him to sing. He'd been planning on it, anyway, but it had felt like less pressure before he knew Neil was expecting it.
Tapping his butter knife against the edge of the table, he glanced at the door for the thirtieth time.