This was so cool! I thought, as I left the hotel with Lorne. Wewere so going to a Karaoke bar and Lorne was going to read people's aura's as they sang and not offer them guidance
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Andrew was probably the most unlikely person that I would be spending my evening with, but then again when I really looked at it, he was probably one of the only people I would consider to be anything like me. Okay, he wasn't a demon, of course, but I'm talking in terms of personality.
He was looking at me with some sort of admiration, as though I was his new best friend. Guess I wasn't going to complain, most of the people around here just sort of rolled their eyes at me whenever my mouth opened.
I crammed my hands into the pockets of my leather jacket and looked at Andrew, who was looking a bit too eager to be heading out into the night with a lanky green demon such as myself.
"We're going to a place called 'Vaudeville Blues'," I told him, "It's run buy a Miquot demon named Sal, old friend of mine. He runs a karaoke bar too, but I usually got all of his customers because of my sanctuary spell. He was never able to get one cast himself, due to the fact that he had a falling out with one of the Furies. That's what you get for trying to be a charmer, I always say."
We continued to walk along, a hurried pace as I didn't particularily feel like being noticed by anyone. "I'm not much of a fighter at all, truth be told," I explained to him. "If I was a good fighter, do you think i'd be left behind to clean up the lobby? Nope-ah, I would be out there wielding big nasty weapons with Spike or Angel or whoever else out there declares themselves a champion. But me? Never been much of a fighter. I'm the fortune teller who answers the phones. I used to also be the babysitter until Angel's little Demon grew up way too fast, but that's another story on it's own."
I didn't like the idea of being attacked by vampires, but luckily we weren't too far from our destination. Infact, I could see the neon sign for it 2 blocks ahead. "We're almost there," I told him, keeping my head lowered.
"Yay," I said, and then wished I could take it back because I sounded like I was when I was five and my father bought me the complete star wars trilogy on DVD, which come to think of it, was very exciting, just like this bar was going to be.
I like couldn't wait to have a few wine-coolers or something and sit down with Lorne while people sung and the we could talk about what was in their futures.
Anything was better then cleaning up blood and guts, anyway, or..or being around when people came around with guns.
He told me about the fact that he wasn't much of a fighter. "I get the non-fighter thing, completely. I mean, most of the time, I'm only about eighty-one or eighty-two percent manly..."
I really had t stop using that line. It made me sound like such a wuss, but then again, why sugarcoat it? It was true. The brains of the operation was my thing.
"I would rather be the brains of the operation, anyway. I mean, yea, Spike is so ho.....so cool when he is all kicking ass and Buffy too, but it's just so unseemly. Violence is really stupid..."
Even though it was fun to watch from afar, but I didn't say that.
We made it to the club without any vampire interference, which as good, and when we walked in, Lorne went righ to Sal, a weird looking whatever demon. The plce was hopping. It as going to be really fun.
The place was typically busy for this time of night. When we entered, I motioned for Andrew to go grab us a table. I turned and walked over to the bar where Sal was, and upon seeing me, a devious smirk crossed his mottled face. He entended his hand towards me, and I grasped it as I walked up to him.
"Lorne, you sonofabitch!" he greeted me in his usual off-collar manner as he shook my hand, grinning. "Thanks for the business, pal. I mean, no offense meant of course, I know how much Caritas meant to you, but since that place blew, my business has been booming!"
I gave him a flat stare and perked an eyebrow. "You're welcome," I replied sardonically, my voice edging on sarcasm. "Bit of a sore spot still, if you don't mind."
I continued to look at him with a level gaze, and looked around the bar. A trampy looking vampire was on stage belting out some Patsy Cline and I sighed. I turned back to Sal. "I'll have a Seabreeze, and I'll get a wine cooler for my friend over there," I told him. He nodded in acknowledgement and began mixing my drink.
"So what's a guy like you doing out on a night like tonight?" he asked me conversationally as he poured vodka and cranberry juice into his steel cocktail shaker. "Thought you gave up on the whole night-life once you moved into that hotel with that vampire." He poured the contents into a glass and put it up on the bar beside Andrew's cooler.
"Need a break from the monotony," I lied. I tossed him a couple bills and took the drinks. "Thanks. I'll see ya 'round, Slick."
I went over to the table where Andrew was sitting and I put the drinks down. I sighed and sipped at mine, eyeing the vampire on stage. "Looks like someone's going to be dust in the wind come morning," I noted with a smirk.
"I got the next round, Lorne," I said, stunned that he just knew that the vamp was going to be dust.
Walking alone, in a bar full of mostly demons, some of the recognizable and not so pleasant varity, I felt a little nervous, but was glad that he was back.
"She's dust in the wind? I guess that's good, because she doesn't exactly contribute to society and she is the worst singer that I've ever heard."
Still, there was something about vampire chicks that was kinda hot, bu again, not something that I was letting escape my lips, and for me, no talkingwas generally an exercise in futility.
If little miss vampire wanted to make me into one of her, and make m her sex slave, I wasn't going to complain. Besides, that would be quite the way to lose the cherry, with such a strong and sexy demon.
Lorne looked at me. "Do you only see what's going to happen to her, or do you see specifics? Because specifics, that would be cool."
I was betting on Buffy. Or maybe it was that crazy kid of Angel's that would do it.
I took a long sip of my drink and looked over the rim of the glass at Andrew, a deviantly curious eyebrow fully cocked and loaded. "Why so curious, chum?" I teased, "The lust vibes radiating off your aura are telling me that you're far more interested in something other than how bad this broad's singing is. Sex slave to a demon? That's so cliché."
I gave him a playful smirk and took another sip of my drink. I put the glass down and leaned back in my chair. "Listen," I told him. "This one isn't going to meet some glamorous end. You know, Slayers and stakes and a battle of wills and all that. This poor broad's going to walk out into the alley after she's done here, stumble over a traffic cone, and land chest first into a pile of broken wood crates. Bada bing, bada POOF! That's all she wrote."
I finished off the rest of the liquor in my glass and set it aside for the waitress to pick it up, and then sighed in relief as the dustpile-to-be stepped off stage, only to be replaced by a Venkru demon with big yellow horns.
"Oh, great, here we go," I told Andrew with a groan. "José here used to come to Caritas all the time. I've heard foghorns with better pitch. He's going to sing some Belinda Carlisle and I'll read his bland future about how he's going to be living with his mother for the rest of his life."
He could tell that I wanted the vampire who was now walking by us to make me her sex slave for life.
I didn't really want it. I mean geez. I didn't want to drink blood forever. But, she could throw me around and use me for sex and not KILL ME!
That would be cool. And he said it was clicheed. A lot of people were into that? Yeah, I thought, with a smile and a bit of a rememberance. A lot of people were into dungeons and dragons.
He had also asked me why I was curious about his abilities, right before the little hottie vamp left the stage.
"Because, I guess I'm just curious what it's like, Lorne, you know? It's like Mel Gibson in 'what women want', when he can hear women's thoughts, except you can hear everyone's when they sing. I guess I just am wondering how you like it?"
Then this Jose got on the stage and sure enough, 'I get weak' was blasting, and yeah, really blasting through the microphones.
This guy should have been doing some Bobby McFerrin.
I looked over at Andrew and gave him a sidelong smirk, and flagged down a waitress for another round. "The ability has it's uses," I told him, rather nonchalantly. "But I've never known a life without it, you know? It's always been there. Honestly, I would hate to think of what my life would be like if didn't have all this noise inside my head. It's weird, a lot of people embrace silence, and sometimes it's all they crave. I think if I heard nothing but silence, I'd go crazy."
I sighed and looked towards José, who was about to hit an octave unknown to any male, and I winced as my ears almost shattered. "I think I take back that thing about silence," I noted dryly.
When the hurting was over, literally - trust me, I focused in on the demon on stage. I rolled my eyes and turned to Andrew. "I see nothing in his life has changed," I mused. "Oh! No! Wait! His mother just had the carpet shampooed, and when he gets home he's going to track mud all over it with his hooven feet. His mom is going to get mad, hit him over the head with a newspaper, and he'll be grounded for two weeks. What an exciting day in the life of a Venkru demon."
So that's the way that it went for a venkru? demon?
I man, the demon lookd kinda scary to me, like he might terrorize humans or other demons or something, and as it turned out, he was going to go home and get grounded by mama venkru.
It reminded me of the time that Tucker set the kitchen carpet on fire and tried to blame it all on me.
I got grounded for a while before my father heard Tucker bragging about it.
Jose finished his rendition of Belinda Carlisle and with a gulp, I finished my wine cooler.
"Maybe you should warn Jose? You couldgo up o him and say, if you bring mud into your mom's house, she'll be all mad. You can even tell him no way. Jose!!"
I laughed, getting a little buzz off of the wine cooler and hoping for another, as my joke seemed to bomb.
I hated it when they did that. I thought that it was kinda funny. I didn't mope, though. Who knew who would be singing next and yay! More wine coolers to come.
Looks like my little blonde drinking buddy here was a cheap drunk. He took that wine cooler as if he just slugged an entire bottle of whiskey. My goodness.
I couldn't help but chuckle though. "Nah, I'm not going to bother to warn him," I told Andrew as I sat back in my chair and folded my arms across my chest. A cocky smirk crossed my lips, a mere twinkle in my devious eye. "It'll be my own personal payback for all the times he neglected to tip my waitresses at Caritas."
I watched José as he lumbered off the stage, dragging his tail behind him. "Thank God that song is over," I chuckled. "As much as I love Belinda Carlisle, *I* certainly get weak everytime he sings that song."
I looked around the bar, and wondered who was going to sing next. Didn't look like anyone was going to grace the stage for the time being, so I just sat back and sighed. "May be awhile until we get to be graced with the next crappy rendition of 80's top 40," I told Andrew. "Might as well order another round of drinks to tide us over."
"Yay! I am so tight with the drinking. You watch. I'll put down at least ten wine coolers without breaking a sweat."
I reached for my wallet. "Seabreeze for you, right?"
He nodded and happy, I walkd over to the bar, bumping into Jose and looking, strangely, to see if he was leaving a trail of mud in here.
He wasn't, so I was thinking, he's going to play in the mud somewhere and then going home to momma.
I almost said something to him, but then the Sal guy asked me if another round of the same was up.
"Yeh, you betcha, another round," I said with too much excitement, but hey, I was do here.
There was the whole Angel scaring me thing and before that, Connor tried to choke me to death and before that, there were gun-toting made mofo's and before that, yeah, mucho badness a la hellmouth in Sunnydale.
I paid with a ten and brought the drinks back over to Lorne, when a scary demon got up on stage.
I handed Lorne his seabreeze and took a sip of my wine-coolery goodness, smiling as I sat, as happy and free as I had been in a long time.
"You probably know this guy, otherwise I'd play a guess what song he is going to sing game."
I watched as Andrew wandered off towards the bar, holding my breath hoping that he wouldn't say anything to José as he nearly bumped into him. I really didn't feel like cavorting with that guy, anyways. He kinda got on my nerves whenever he came into Caritas. The non-tipping issue aside, he'd always hound me for advice on women - as if I knew anything about that. (Well, I do, but it's not something I let on very easily.)
I was thankful when Andrew returned with my drink, seeing as I was feeling a bit thirstier than usual this evening. I glanced towards the stage, as a demon of an origin unknown to even me bellied on up towards the mic. "Nope, don't know this guy," I admitted. "Never seen him before in my life. Guess that might be a good thing, because it'll be a suprise to me what his destiny holds."
I took a sip of my drink and cringed. as the demon launched into a one-manned duet, Sonny and Cher style. "Good lord," I muttered, "He's going to sing both parts. Heaven help us all." Not only did I hate this song with a passion, I had to hear this guy mangle it. Pretty much at this point I figured I would need a stronger drink than the usual seabreeze.
"Oh oh oh, I kinda like this song. Remember in 'groundhog day' how every morning, Bill Murray would wake up to this song? That was so funny."
I drained another sip, looking at Lorne, before pouring back another sip and having to breathe a little because it burned on the way down.
I was trying to figure out what kind of destiny that this guy would have and judging by the look of anguish..was it? Oh no, not anguish? He was supposed to be having a good time.
Now, he looked all disoriented, or something. This was supposed to be our fun, pick on destinies night, not all discombobulated looks and everything.
"Lorne, is everything okay? What dop you see with our Sonny and Cher demon?"
I like couldn't touch my rink until he told me what was going on. It was like I couldn't have the fun without him having fun and part of the fun was wine coolers.
I wished that I had brought some hot pockets with me as well.
I made a face of disgust and looked over at Andrew. "I'm seeing that this guy likes to eat puppies deepfried in onion juice, that's what I'm seeing," I said, taking a hard slug of my drink.
I think my next round, i'd need a double. No, make that a triple. Nothing was going to wash the bad taste out of my mouth. Well, nothing except a good dose of sea and a bigger dose of breeze. Honey, amen to that.
Idly, I drummed my fingers on the table, waiting for this song to be over. Hopefully someone in this joint had enough taste to not pick the most cliché songs in the book. I mean, bad enough I had to put up with that at Caritas every single night, but now that I'm on my own time, I wanted something fresh, something new. Damnit, was I going to have to grace the stage myself and put everyone else to shame? If it came down to it, it would be Dr. Lorne to the musical rescue. I didn't particular feel like singing at the moment, but a demon's gotta do what a demon's gotta do.
"I got the next round," I told Andrew, and looked disdainfully at his little wine cooler. "Think maybe I'll set you up with something with a little more bite." Let's see if this kid has what it takes to step up to the big leagues.
"Deep fried PUPPIES IN ONION JUICE?" I asked, aloud, more then one set of eyes looking over at me as I did so, and they were all demon eyes too, and I wondered if any of them took offense to me saying that aloud, because they liked to do it too.
I lowered my tone.
"That's so disgusting."
I took a swig from my wine-cooler, thinking about him getting me somthing with more bite in the next round.
"Oh, you might not want to do that, Lorne. I might be a normal guy when I'm drinking wne-coolers and 85% sober, but me with the liquor equals a spazz."
Something occurred to me. "Lorne, can you shut off what you see, or are you stuck with puppies in onion juice until this guy finishes?"
Embarassed by Andew's outburst, I shielded my eyes from onlooking patrons who suddenly turned to see what all the ruckus was coming from our table. "Keep it down, will ya?" I whispered, "The last thing I need tonight is a lynch mob chasing me back to the hotel."
It didn't take long for the other customers to lose interest in us, and when they went back to what they were doing, I allowed myself to relax. To be honest, the reason I didn't want to make a scene was that I didn't want people to think I was here to give readings. Alot of the folks occupying this dive tonight were some of my old regulars, and they knew me by reputation and what I could do. Although I'm sure Sal would enjoy the extra revenue that would come in because of me, I wasn't about to set up my fortune telling booth in the middle of his bar.
Sighing, I looked at Andrew with a flat expression. "I don't have an on/off switch in my brain, you know," I told him, deadpan tone. "My abilities are directly connected to my thoughts and the inner workings of my brain. It's like asking you to stop thinking - and I know for some people you'd think that wouldn't be too hard. But really, you just CAN'T stop thinking, because even when you clear your mind, you're still thinking about the blackness."
"Maybe we can get you a nice set of earmuffs or possibly some earplugs then? And how long is this sone anyway? Just haring him makes me want to vomit my inner onion juice and chihuaha."
With a disgusted look on my face, I took another sip of my wine cooler and it sort of, for a minute, that made everything better.
I was still sort of worried about Lorne, though, and this god-awful song couldn't have been very good for him.
"I bet after this song, the next singer will be very good and will eat hot pockets and drink capri-sun like the rest of us."
I took another sip of my wine cooler and smiled at Lorne, nodding my head up and down like I knew that it was the truth.
He was looking at me with some sort of admiration, as though I was his new best friend. Guess I wasn't going to complain, most of the people around here just sort of rolled their eyes at me whenever my mouth opened.
I crammed my hands into the pockets of my leather jacket and looked at Andrew, who was looking a bit too eager to be heading out into the night with a lanky green demon such as myself.
"We're going to a place called 'Vaudeville Blues'," I told him, "It's run buy a Miquot demon named Sal, old friend of mine. He runs a karaoke bar too, but I usually got all of his customers because of my sanctuary spell. He was never able to get one cast himself, due to the fact that he had a falling out with one of the Furies. That's what you get for trying to be a charmer, I always say."
We continued to walk along, a hurried pace as I didn't particularily feel like being noticed by anyone. "I'm not much of a fighter at all, truth be told," I explained to him. "If I was a good fighter, do you think i'd be left behind to clean up the lobby? Nope-ah, I would be out there wielding big nasty weapons with Spike or Angel or whoever else out there declares themselves a champion. But me? Never been much of a fighter. I'm the fortune teller who answers the phones. I used to also be the babysitter until Angel's little Demon grew up way too fast, but that's another story on it's own."
I didn't like the idea of being attacked by vampires, but luckily we weren't too far from our destination. Infact, I could see the neon sign for it 2 blocks ahead. "We're almost there," I told him, keeping my head lowered.
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I like couldn't wait to have a few wine-coolers or something and sit down with Lorne while people sung and the we could talk about what was in their futures.
Anything was better then cleaning up blood and guts, anyway, or..or being around when people came around with guns.
He told me about the fact that he wasn't much of a fighter. "I get the non-fighter thing, completely. I mean, most of the time, I'm only about eighty-one or eighty-two percent manly..."
I really had t stop using that line. It made me sound like such a wuss, but then again, why sugarcoat it? It was true. The brains of the operation was my thing.
"I would rather be the brains of the operation, anyway. I mean, yea, Spike is so ho.....so cool when he is all kicking ass and Buffy too, but it's just so unseemly. Violence is really stupid..."
Even though it was fun to watch from afar, but I didn't say that.
We made it to the club without any vampire interference, which as good, and when we walked in, Lorne went righ to Sal, a weird looking whatever demon. The plce was hopping. It as going to be really fun.
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"Lorne, you sonofabitch!" he greeted me in his usual off-collar manner as he shook my hand, grinning. "Thanks for the business, pal. I mean, no offense meant of course, I know how much Caritas meant to you, but since that place blew, my business has been booming!"
I gave him a flat stare and perked an eyebrow. "You're welcome," I replied sardonically, my voice edging on sarcasm. "Bit of a sore spot still, if you don't mind."
I continued to look at him with a level gaze, and looked around the bar. A trampy looking vampire was on stage belting out some Patsy Cline and I sighed. I turned back to Sal. "I'll have a Seabreeze, and I'll get a wine cooler for my friend over there," I told him. He nodded in acknowledgement and began mixing my drink.
"So what's a guy like you doing out on a night like tonight?" he asked me conversationally as he poured vodka and cranberry juice into his steel cocktail shaker. "Thought you gave up on the whole night-life once you moved into that hotel with that vampire." He poured the contents into a glass and put it up on the bar beside Andrew's cooler.
"Need a break from the monotony," I lied. I tossed him a couple bills and took the drinks. "Thanks. I'll see ya 'round, Slick."
I went over to the table where Andrew was sitting and I put the drinks down. I sighed and sipped at mine, eyeing the vampire on stage. "Looks like someone's going to be dust in the wind come morning," I noted with a smirk.
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"I got the next round, Lorne," I said, stunned that he just knew that the vamp was going to be dust.
Walking alone, in a bar full of mostly demons, some of the recognizable and not so pleasant varity, I felt a little nervous, but was glad that he was back.
"She's dust in the wind? I guess that's good, because she doesn't exactly contribute to society and she is the worst singer that I've ever heard."
Still, there was something about vampire chicks that was kinda hot, bu again, not something that I was letting escape my lips, and for me, no talkingwas generally an exercise in futility.
If little miss vampire wanted to make me into one of her, and make m her sex slave, I wasn't going to complain. Besides, that would be quite the way to lose the cherry, with such a strong and sexy demon.
Lorne looked at me. "Do you only see what's going to happen to her, or do you see specifics? Because specifics, that would be cool."
I was betting on Buffy. Or maybe it was that crazy kid of Angel's that would do it.
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I gave him a playful smirk and took another sip of my drink. I put the glass down and leaned back in my chair. "Listen," I told him. "This one isn't going to meet some glamorous end. You know, Slayers and stakes and a battle of wills and all that. This poor broad's going to walk out into the alley after she's done here, stumble over a traffic cone, and land chest first into a pile of broken wood crates. Bada bing, bada POOF! That's all she wrote."
I finished off the rest of the liquor in my glass and set it aside for the waitress to pick it up, and then sighed in relief as the dustpile-to-be stepped off stage, only to be replaced by a Venkru demon with big yellow horns.
"Oh, great, here we go," I told Andrew with a groan. "José here used to come to Caritas all the time. I've heard foghorns with better pitch. He's going to sing some Belinda Carlisle and I'll read his bland future about how he's going to be living with his mother for the rest of his life."
I sunk into my chair and groaned.
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He could tell that I wanted the vampire who was now walking by us to make me her sex slave for life.
I didn't really want it. I mean geez. I didn't want to drink blood forever. But, she could throw me around and use me for sex and not KILL ME!
That would be cool. And he said it was clicheed. A lot of people were into that? Yeah, I thought, with a smile and a bit of a rememberance. A lot of people were into dungeons and dragons.
He had also asked me why I was curious about his abilities, right before the little hottie vamp left the stage.
"Because, I guess I'm just curious what it's like, Lorne, you know? It's like Mel Gibson in 'what women want', when he can hear women's thoughts, except you can hear everyone's when they sing. I guess I just am wondering how you like it?"
Then this Jose got on the stage and sure enough, 'I get weak' was blasting, and yeah, really blasting through the microphones.
This guy should have been doing some Bobby McFerrin.
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I sighed and looked towards José, who was about to hit an octave unknown to any male, and I winced as my ears almost shattered. "I think I take back that thing about silence," I noted dryly.
When the hurting was over, literally - trust me, I focused in on the demon on stage. I rolled my eyes and turned to Andrew. "I see nothing in his life has changed," I mused. "Oh! No! Wait! His mother just had the carpet shampooed, and when he gets home he's going to track mud all over it with his hooven feet. His mom is going to get mad, hit him over the head with a newspaper, and he'll be grounded for two weeks. What an exciting day in the life of a Venkru demon."
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I man, the demon lookd kinda scary to me, like he might terrorize humans or other demons or something, and as it turned out, he was going to go home and get grounded by mama venkru.
It reminded me of the time that Tucker set the kitchen carpet on fire and tried to blame it all on me.
I got grounded for a while before my father heard Tucker bragging about it.
Jose finished his rendition of Belinda Carlisle and with a gulp, I finished my wine cooler.
"Maybe you should warn Jose? You couldgo up o him and say, if you bring mud into your mom's house, she'll be all mad. You can even tell him no way. Jose!!"
I laughed, getting a little buzz off of the wine cooler and hoping for another, as my joke seemed to bomb.
I hated it when they did that. I thought that it was kinda funny. I didn't mope, though. Who knew who would be singing next and yay! More wine coolers to come.
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I couldn't help but chuckle though. "Nah, I'm not going to bother to warn him," I told Andrew as I sat back in my chair and folded my arms across my chest. A cocky smirk crossed my lips, a mere twinkle in my devious eye. "It'll be my own personal payback for all the times he neglected to tip my waitresses at Caritas."
I watched José as he lumbered off the stage, dragging his tail behind him. "Thank God that song is over," I chuckled. "As much as I love Belinda Carlisle, *I* certainly get weak everytime he sings that song."
I looked around the bar, and wondered who was going to sing next. Didn't look like anyone was going to grace the stage for the time being, so I just sat back and sighed. "May be awhile until we get to be graced with the next crappy rendition of 80's top 40," I told Andrew. "Might as well
order another round of drinks to tide us over."
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I reached for my wallet. "Seabreeze for you, right?"
He nodded and happy, I walkd over to the bar, bumping into Jose and looking, strangely, to see if he was leaving a trail of mud in here.
He wasn't, so I was thinking, he's going to play in the mud somewhere and then going home to momma.
I almost said something to him, but then the Sal guy asked me if another round of the same was up.
"Yeh, you betcha, another round," I said with too much excitement, but hey, I was do here.
There was the whole Angel scaring me thing and before that, Connor tried to choke me to death and before that, there were gun-toting made mofo's and before that, yeah, mucho badness a la hellmouth in Sunnydale.
I paid with a ten and brought the drinks back over to Lorne, when a scary demon got up on stage.
I handed Lorne his seabreeze and took a sip of my wine-coolery goodness, smiling as I sat, as happy and free as I had been in a long time.
"You probably know this guy, otherwise I'd play a guess what song he is going to sing game."
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I was thankful when Andrew returned with my drink, seeing as I was feeling a bit thirstier than usual this evening. I glanced towards the stage, as a demon of an origin unknown to even me bellied on up towards the mic. "Nope, don't know this guy," I admitted. "Never seen him before in my life. Guess that might be a good thing, because it'll be a suprise to me what his destiny holds."
I took a sip of my drink and cringed. as the demon launched into a one-manned duet, Sonny and Cher style. "Good lord," I muttered, "He's going to sing both parts. Heaven help us all." Not only did I hate this song with a passion, I had to hear this guy mangle it. Pretty much at this point I figured I would need a stronger drink than the usual seabreeze.
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I drained another sip, looking at Lorne, before pouring back another sip and having to breathe a little because it burned on the way down.
I was trying to figure out what kind of destiny that this guy would have and judging by the look of anguish..was it? Oh no, not anguish? He was supposed to be having a good time.
Now, he looked all disoriented, or something. This was supposed to be our fun, pick on destinies night, not all discombobulated looks and everything.
"Lorne, is everything okay? What dop you see with our Sonny and Cher demon?"
I like couldn't touch my rink until he told me what was going on. It was like I couldn't have the fun without him having fun and part of the fun was wine coolers.
I wished that I had brought some hot pockets with me as well.
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I think my next round, i'd need a double. No, make that a triple. Nothing was going to wash the bad taste out of my mouth. Well, nothing except a good dose of sea and a bigger dose of breeze. Honey, amen to that.
Idly, I drummed my fingers on the table, waiting for this song to be over. Hopefully someone in this joint had enough taste to not pick the most cliché songs in the book. I mean, bad enough I had to put up with that at Caritas every single night, but now that I'm on my own time, I wanted something fresh, something new. Damnit, was I going to have to grace the stage myself and put everyone else to shame? If it came down to it, it would be Dr. Lorne to the musical rescue. I didn't particular feel like singing at the moment, but a demon's gotta do what a demon's gotta do.
"I got the next round," I told Andrew, and looked disdainfully at his little wine cooler. "Think maybe I'll set you up with something with a little more bite." Let's see if this kid has what it takes to step up to the big leagues.
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I lowered my tone.
"That's so disgusting."
I took a swig from my wine-cooler, thinking about him getting me somthing with more bite in the next round.
"Oh, you might not want to do that, Lorne. I might be a normal guy when I'm drinking wne-coolers and 85% sober, but me with the liquor equals a spazz."
Something occurred to me. "Lorne, can you shut off what you see, or are you stuck with puppies in onion juice until this guy finishes?"
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It didn't take long for the other customers to lose interest in us, and when they went back to what they were doing, I allowed myself to relax. To be honest, the reason I didn't want to make a scene was that I didn't want people to think I was here to give readings. Alot of the folks occupying this dive tonight were some of my old regulars, and they knew me by reputation and what I could do. Although I'm sure Sal would enjoy the extra revenue that would come in because of me, I wasn't about to set up my fortune telling booth in the middle of his bar.
Sighing, I looked at Andrew with a flat expression. "I don't have an on/off switch in my brain, you know," I told him, deadpan tone. "My abilities are directly connected to my thoughts and the inner workings of my brain. It's like asking you to stop thinking - and I know for some people you'd think that wouldn't be too hard. But really, you just CAN'T stop thinking, because even when you clear your mind, you're still thinking about the blackness."
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"Maybe we can get you a nice set of earmuffs or possibly some earplugs then? And how long is this sone anyway? Just haring him makes me want to vomit my inner onion juice and chihuaha."
With a disgusted look on my face, I took another sip of my wine cooler and it sort of, for a minute, that made everything better.
I was still sort of worried about Lorne, though, and this god-awful song couldn't have been very good for him.
"I bet after this song, the next singer will be very good and will eat hot pockets and drink capri-sun like the rest of us."
I took another sip of my wine cooler and smiled at Lorne, nodding my head up and down like I knew that it was the truth.
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