Karaoke, anyone?

[owingnobody]

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

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[shut_up_wesley]

It was almost worrying how easily Wes responded to threats against his tools, even though he knew Dok would never do anything to actually damage them. Really, he just wanted to see him away from the lab for once, since it seemed like he'd lived down there since Kurt's arrival.

Wes arrived on his own, because he was quickly learning it took Kurt forever to decide what to wear, even if it was just a casual night out-- one thing Wes was forever grateful for about his particular upbringing; there wasn't exactly an emphasis on fashion that he'd paid attention to. That night he wore a dark blue button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled, tan slacks and brown shoes. His hair had been combed into it's normal part, but the humidity wreaked havoc on it and and his bangs flopped somewhat to either side of his face

[owingnobody]

Bod looked up, then set the butter knife down on the table, greeting Wes with a rare, warm smile. "I'm well, Wes, how are you?" The comment about Kurt didn't surprise him; in fact, it sounded so much like the Kurt he knew that it had a sort of calming effect on him. "Sounds like him," he said, laughing. "It's fine-- I said 'around 7' and it's just barely that now."

He hadn't spent a great deal of time with Wes. He knew that Wes could sing-- he'd done so, and very well, during the town's production of 'Bare'-- what was that, two years ago? But he wasn't sure if he was in the mood to do so tonight, and he certainly didn't want to pressure him into doing something he didn't want to do.

So, he decided to bring it up in a random, roundabout way. "Does Kurt sing around the house?" he asked. "You know, the first time I met him-- the first time he was in town-- it was here. Neil and Lulu saw him sitting by himself, and made friends with him."

[shut_up_wesley]

"Busy." Wes replied, his tone weary but holding some of the same, seemingly endless excitement. "Made a huge breakthrough recently... I mean huge, it might just be the first piece to the puzzle of blowing this whole place wide open." It was hard not to sound a little hopeful or proud at the statement.

At the next question, Wes chuckled. "All the time...though to be fair so do Dok and I, down in the lab..." The weekend marathons of 80's German pop/rock were getting to be something of a ritual. "It helps me think sometimes." Not exactly true, but Dok loved hearing Wes sing, and in those moments it was something small and intimate and theirs, like homemade ice cream and moon pies. "Sometimes the amount of music Kurt and Dok have in common is...a little disturbing." This was said with a gentle tone though, as really, it only ever served to make him laugh when they'd hum or sing snatches of the same song, one right after the other

[owingnobody]

"...oh." He wasn't entirely sure how to respond to that. He was probably one of the few people who didn't want anything to happen to the way Aternaville worked. If something harmed the thin fabric of their strange reality, he could easily lose the person who mattered most to him... and no amount of curiosity, scientific or otherwise, could interest him in messing with that. "Um... that's really great. Exciting!"

It entertained him that Dok and Kurt would have similar taste in music. "Oh yeah?" he said. "Does Dok like Lady Gaga and Kelly Clarkson?"

[shut_up_wesley]

That was a look Wes recognized in an instant--that awkward fear of what exploration and change could mean for their tiny town-in-a-bubble. He frowned slightly but shook his head. "Don't worry, I'm just trying to get Dok and I home, back to my time. I'm actually pretty certain at this point I can do it without damaging the temporal-spacial integrity of the town...or what passes for integrity in this universe...physics can't seem to make up it's mind." It was really the most aggrivating thing, but then, Wes reminded himself that he was here to forget about "work."

"Something like that...it's actually really cute." He admired with a slight blush. "I mean, he can't hold a note to save his life, but he tries." Cochrane bless the man, he really did try.

[owingnobody]

"Oh." That didn't bother him as much. He could understand how many people would find their inability to return home aggravating, even devastating. For him, this was his home, but he could sympathize with people wishing to leave.

He smiled again, imagining these little sing-along endeavors. It did sound cute. Even cuter was the visualization he was getting of "Bad Romance" with a German accent. No, he couldn't quite stifle a grin over that one. "Better a sing-along with your housemates than mine," he said. "Neil's totally fine, and I'd be okay, but I...don't know if I want to try and imagine Sherlock singing anything really." His voice was interesting, and might even be tuneful, if Sherlock ever possessed a desire to sing. But Bod was a little frightened to think about what song he would even attempt.

[keepcalmwarblon]

At five after seven, Blaine wandered into the karaoke bar, feeling a little more cheerful than he had for the last few days. There was still the Kurt situation to work out, but Kurt had at least seemed less angry at the end of their last conversation, and that was saying something, as Kurt made it very clear when he was angry. Plus, Blaine was making friends, and he could never be upset walking into a karaoke bar. Even if it was a bit of a sore spot that he'd come on his first and only date with Kurt here.

"Hey, Bod! Wes!" he called when he spotted them, and headed over.

[shut_up_wesley]

Wes turned his head at the familiar voice and where a greeting would have been...his voice faltered.

"Bla...ine. Hey."

'Kurt's going to be here any minute!'

Oh no. No no no no, Wes was not going to be part of this, not after how Kurt had reacted to him for not telling him about Blaine in the first place. Brown eyes turned to glare at Bod angrily for a moment, the look saying everything from 'I know what you're up to,' to 'You have no idea the pain you'll cause.'

If nothing else, Wes was desperately opposed to anyone trying to play match maker because he remembered every time Lwaxana Troi visited the Enterprise and how often she tried to either set her daughter up with someone other than Commander Riker, or concoct some cockamamie scheme to push the two of them to finally getting serious.

And yet, at the same time, Blaine seemed to happy to be there, to see them both...

'I hate you so much, Nobody Owens.'The look of simmering rage was gone by the time Blaine made it to the table though, and Wes was back to smiling and holding

[owingnobody]

Bod raised an eyebrow at Wes's reaction. It seemed awfully strong, all things considered. Was it against the law for people to meet in a public place, to enjoy shared interests? Or was this because Wes knew what Bod's intentions were, and objected to them in some way? But that was silly... how were two people supposed to get to know each other if they were never allowed to simply talk to each other in a neutral setting?

Whatever. Wes's issues weren't his problem. Keeping things light and easy-- that was his job. "Blaine!" he said brightly. "I am so glad you are here-- I need your help." Tugging over the song catalog, he flipped it open. "I've been going over song choices for half an hour, and I don't even know most of what's in here..."

[keepcalmwarblon]

To be honest, Blaine had his mind on too much to really notice the looks being passed between Bod and Wes. Not that he was Captain Observant on a normal day to begin with. He just laughed, oblivious, and sat down to look at the catlog with Bod. "So you want me to what, describe some of the songs to you?" His eyes lit up as he skimmed some of the choices, already making mental lists of what to do first.

[owingnobody]

"Maybe," said Bod. "Or maybe you can just tell me if they'd be too high. Or horribly inappropriate. Or could potentially cause me unending embarrassment." He turned a rueful look to Wes. "Neil wants me to sing for him. Usually I manage to avoid it, but he specifically requested it this time."

[shut_up_wesley]

Somehow, Wes managed a slight chuckle. "Don't look at me, the most I can sing by heart are show tunes, a bunch of 80's German pop/rock and 40's swing jazz-- Dean Martin, Bobby Darin...the Commander loved that sort of stuff." And all of it, for better or worse, had rubbed off on Wes. His influences had been so varied growing up it was hard to believe there was ever a time he didn't appreciate every single one of them.

It was hard to resist a jab regarding how Bod had thought he would get out of singing, but he managed, instead enjoying watching him worry indecisively--maybe it was petty but the fact was that Bod had lied by omission and endangered his friendship with Kurt, after it had only just been on such tenuous ground. "So unless you know much of that I won't be any help."

[hummdrumlife]

Kurt had finally decided on an outfit. Finally. There had been some concern about whether to leave the beige capris trousers that flared out at the ankles untucked from his black patent leather boots or whether he should tuck them in which had resulted in several different trouser/boot combinations being attempted as he tried to decide, until he'd finally gone back to the original combination and decided, why not, it's a party, and left them untucked. The ensemble was finished by his black dress shirt with the subtle white and red plaid design, a black light-weight cardigan and his red bowtie. His hair was, as usual, carefully combed to the side, though he had lifted it a bit higher off his forehead than usual. Subtle touches

[owingnobody]

Being the one facing the door, Bod was the only one at the table to notice Kurt's arrival-- and hasty departure. Without much in the way of an explanation, he shoved back his chair and dashed into the dark-and-crowded room. Using every trick at his disposal-- and he had several-- he managed to clear a path quickly enough that he reached Kurt just as his hand touched the door. "Whoa, whoa whoa. Kurt. Hey." Taking stock of the panicked-slash-furious look on the other boy's face, he took a step back and said, "I'm Bod. And I don't know what exactly those two--" idiots "-- did, but I promise I didn't invite you here to make you uncomfortable." Now he was talking too fast-- he did that when he was under pressure. "The first time we met-- well, I met you-- was here, and you were singing, and it was probably the most amazing thing I'd ever heard. And I know it wasn't you exactly, but see, my boyfriend is going to be here any minute and I promised I'd sing to him and I am really nervous and I need to pick a song and I think I'd trust your

[hummdrumlife]

He'd only wanted to escape when no one knew he was there. Then he could say... he hadn't felt well, he'd stained the shirt he wanted to wear, something. But now that there was someone who'd run across the room to catch him and who was asking for help, he didn't feel like he could just... walk away

[owingnobody]

Bod, for his part, was finally old enough to order alcohol, by Canada's standards, at least. And, with the way this evening was going, he really could use one. "Vodka, neat," he said. "And a coke."

Turning his attention to Kurt, he said, "Range, ah... I'm not much of a singer, really. And I certainly can't sing anything too high." Ruefully, he added, "I really don't know why Neil's so taken with the idea of me singing-- I don't even like being up in front of people, most of the time." With a little sigh, he said, "Thing is... I wanted to sing for him, before he even asked me. But now that he did... now I can't even pretend I want to back out on it, you know?"

The bartender swung back by and set their drinks on the counter. Bod picked up the vodka, took a small sip, then set it between them. "I won't drink all of that," he said. "Have some, if you'd like. Don't go crazy."