Thursday: A Night On the Town

[aurilly]

Where did the week go? To gear up for the rapidly approaching weekend, today's theme is A Night On the Town. So, send your favorite characters or actors out to have a good time. They could do anything---attend the ballet, meet a sexy stranger at a bar, dance on tables, have a first date, schtup a bridesmaid at a wedding. Just make it something one

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[carmexgirl]

I have never written these two before:

“Do you have Eye of the Tiger?”

“No, Bret, no.” Jermaine shoves Bret out of the way and grabs the microphone. “I want ‘Let’s Dance’-do you have that on your record player?” The DJ looks distinctly unimpressed, and begins flicking through a rack of cds.

Bret leans over, taking the microphone back from Jermaine’s hands and holding it tightly. “No Jermaine,” he hisses, “You said we could do the Eye of the Tiger this time.”

“I want to do Let’s Dance.”

“But it’s my turn to pick the song. You said I could pick the song.”

“But I don’t want to do the Eye of the Tiger; it’s a very violent song, Bret.”

“It’s not violent. It’s just about a tiger. And his eye. It’s the eye of the tiger.”

“It’s violent.” Jermaine grabs the microphone from Bret, and switches it on. There is the harsh sound of feedback coming through the speakers, followed by heavy breathing as Jermaine tries desperately to hang on to the microphone. “Bret, you’re hitting me. Stop hitting me, Bret.” Jermaine’s voice booms out of the speakers. “You see, it’s a violent song. Look what it’s doing to you.”

There is a scuffle, and the microphone is pulled from Jermaine’s hands. “It’s NOT violent.” Bret breathes into the microphone, “I just want to sing Eye of the Tiger. You said we could. You always do this. You’re just trying to show off. It’s so embarrassing!”

“You’re the one who’s showing off. Give me the microphone!” Jermaine rushes at Bret, toppling him. They crash onto the floor and start writhing around, desperately trying to wrestle the mic out of each other’s hands. Suddenly there is a strange crashing sound, and then everything goes quiet. Bret looks up, and sees the DJ has pulled the power. He and Bret stay on the floor, breathing heavily, the now-silent microphone rolling away from them across the small stage.

Suddenly a voice starts speaking behind them.

“Well guys, you seem to have lost the biggest audience you’ve had in months. Well done.”

“I told you a karaoke bar isn’t a gig, Murray.” Bret says petulantly.

“Murray, I want to go home,” Jermaine whines, rubbing a cut on his forehead.

“Well you’re performing. You’re performing in front of people. Well you were, until he walked off. Professionalism guys. Something you’re lacking it seems…actually, I’ll write that on the list for tomorrow’s meeting. Pro-fess-ional-ism. Now Jermaine, get that cut cleaned up; it’s not a good look. We’re not ‘in the hood’ you know. The only thing you’ve both succeeded in doing this evening is embarrassing yourselves. Now say sorry.”

“Sorry,” Bret shrugs, looking in the opposite direction.

“Sorry,” Jermaine says quietly.

“Still want to do Eye of the Tiger,” Bret mutters under his breath as they exit the bar.

[aurilly]

I don't understand how you can be so good. This was such a random fandom and such a random prompt, and you've never written it before, but I could HEAR them. Their three distinct voices and their crazy accents. And the way Jemaine says Bret's name in like every sentence.

I also love Bret's (obviously) secret desire to be Jensen Ackles. Hee! I actually just put on that song and am listening to it now. Such a good choice!

And then when Murray congratulated them on the "gig", I just about died. BRILLIANT! And that last line is SO Bret! Perfect! *kisses*

Also? Your icon!