Run for your lives, it's karaoke night!
Tank Girl’s gotta say, for another isolated building in another sandy wasteland, this place has some mighty fine service. She’s already decided the place is worth sticking around awhile because of the free booze and food, not to mention the occasional hot guy. Moderately creepy invisible staff aside, this place has just about everything a girl could ask for. The sudden appearance of a karaoke machine in the corner of the bar is just icing on the cake.
After inquisitively maiming the thing and mashing the buttons to hell and back, she’s become pretty adept at working the machine. The thing’s got an extensive collection of music loaded onto it, a mixture of Top 40 hits throughout the decades, showtunes, and folk tunes. Bar lights dimmed, cigarette in mouth, microphone and beer in hand-like we said, what more could a girl really wish for?
Except volume, of course. Tank Girl cranks the knob to the highest setting, punches in her song number, and gulps mouthfuls of cheap beer as the familiar opening strains of an old favorite blast through, well, pretty much the entire ground floor of the hotel. After chugging her drink, she crushes the can in her hand, grabs the microphone, and belts out loud enough to match the music.
“We’re no strangers to love, you know the rules and SO DO Iiiiii! A full commitment’s what I-I’m thinking ooof, you wouldn’t get this from A-NY O-THER GUUUY!”
The Hotel’s first karaoke night is officially open-please, please, drag the crazy girl away from the microphone. Also, congratulations, hotel residents; you’ve just been rickroll’d.
After inquisitively maiming the thing and mashing the buttons to hell and back, she’s become pretty adept at working the machine. The thing’s got an extensive collection of music loaded onto it, a mixture of Top 40 hits throughout the decades, showtunes, and folk tunes. Bar lights dimmed, cigarette in mouth, microphone and beer in hand-like we said, what more could a girl really wish for?
Except volume, of course. Tank Girl cranks the knob to the highest setting, punches in her song number, and gulps mouthfuls of cheap beer as the familiar opening strains of an old favorite blast through, well, pretty much the entire ground floor of the hotel. After chugging her drink, she crushes the can in her hand, grabs the microphone, and belts out loud enough to match the music.
“We’re no strangers to love, you know the rules and SO DO Iiiiii! A full commitment’s what I-I’m thinking ooof, you wouldn’t get this from A-NY O-THER GUUUY!”
The Hotel’s first karaoke night is officially open-please, please, drag the crazy girl away from the microphone. Also, congratulations, hotel residents; you’ve just been rickroll’d.