[It would appear upon first glance that Dean's communicator is acting up and recording by itself. But there's fingertips belonging to a certain devil boy at the edge of the screen. It gets put on a table and then Dante joins him by the karoke machine. The surrounding area - the bar, funnily enough - is currently empty. The glasses that litter the
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He instantly regrets it.]
Oi! Keep it to yourselves!!
[If he can find the damn communicator, he'll force one of them to cut off the feed. The last thing he wants to do is hear this in stereo]
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When they're not being butchered, I am!
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We ain't butchering shit! Sit your ass down and enjoy yourself!
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Who the hell can enjoy themselves when you two are RUINING music!?
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better than you could do.
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You bastards are tone-deaf.
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Afraid of putting your big boy panties on?
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What the hell did you say to me?!
If I sang with you two, I'd embarrass myself more than if I could sing alone! And I never even claimed I could do it in the first place.
[He crosses his arms, and raises an eyebrow]
At any rate... If I were to sing, it would be better than both of you drunk-asses combined!
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[There is a phantom hint of a pout there. He's not letting it stay for very long, so feel free to mock him for it]
I don't even know this song.
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I mean, I know it's an awesome song, but there's no need to pout about it.
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[He was. Just not over that, Dean. You jerk.]
You're the one being a pain in the ass about it! Just keep it to yourself!
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We were keeping it to ourselves before then, so shut your piehole.
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Just because no one is nearby doesn't mean you're keeping it to yourself!
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And you, kid, knew nothing about this. Can't blame me.
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