Excuse me, is this microphone on?

[godsavemy]

WHO: Drunk Spice, Idiot Spice and Exasperated Spice
WHEN: Sunday Night - KARAOKE NIGHT
WHERE: Club Monster
WHAT: Karaoke Night is gonna ~spice~ up your lives…or at least create damn good blackmail material.

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[salylimon]

The throbbing in her head was slowly beginning to the match the pounding rhythm of the music being blared within the four walls of the club. At least, that's how it felt for Emi the longer she and her idiot of a companion stood outside in the cold as they waited to actually get inside. And, granted, it wasn't so cold that it was horrendously unbearable, but the slight bite of the night air was still enough to make Emi purse her lips in annoyance as she unknowingly shuffled closer to Alfred.

Maybe it had been a bad idea to go out with the blonde on a Sunday night. Especially when going out on a Sunday night meant clubbing in Alfred-land. A bar would have been fine, or a cafe, or hell, even a McDonald's -- but clubbing? The day before they both had classes-? Really? This was how he planned to help her forget what had happened yesterday?

Really?

Emi chose to pointedly ignore the fact that her silent complaints sounded as if they belonged to an old woman rather than the twenty-two year old college student she actually was.

However, it was the moment Alfred began yelling (and in turn almost deafening her further) that snapped Emi back to reality as she looked up, ready to tell the American to kindly shut the fuck up when she paused, looking over to the person whose attention he was trying to get.

She squinted.

Paused again.

Cue her brow raising. "You know him?"

[waitforsuperman]

Alfred really didn't like the cold, but he was practically vibrating from excitement so it didn't actually register on his skin. That and he was totally pumped that Emi had actually agreed to come out. He'd be worried about her and knew that she tended to withdraw but here she was, standing right next to him, looking a little... maybe a lot, pissed. She was moving towards him and he wasn't about to piss her off more so he kept his mouth shut and-

"ARTIE?!" He'd recognise that surly slouch of a walk, dirty blond mop of hair and FANTASTICALLY LARGE eyebrows anywhere! "Issat you!?"

He'd already moved away from Emi to the edge of the cordoned off waiting area, squinting and putting a hand up to his brow for effect. Yep! That was Arthur, no doubt about it. He looked back around as he heard Emi ask a question, barely hearing her over the beat.

"Yeah! It's Arthur!" The American said, well, yelled, down to her. "He was my old landlord!"

Alfred wasn't quite sure why the Brit wasn't stopping. He had been yelling loud enough, right? Then again, they were standing outside Monster and the beats were loud... Arthur probably just couldn't hear him! Well there was a very easy solution to this.

Leaning over the barrier of the... big velvet rope things, Alfred stretched out and seized Arthur's hunched shoulder, reeling him back in, grinning. He quickly gave the Brit a hearty pat on the back (just to make sure his ears weren't clogged with scones or something) and kept a firm grip on his shoulder. Arthur had a strange habit of running away whenever they met in public.

"What are you doing out so late?" He asked. "Don't you get grumpy if you don't your beauty sleep?"

[godsavemy]

For one short, glorious moment, Arthur thought he had scurried out of nabbing range and had successfully evaded one reunion better off not happening. But then, of course, as soon as that thought emerged, a meaty hand shot out and clamped down on his shoulder in a crippling vice grip. That beautiful, futile hope that had only lived but seconds? Magnificently dashed as he was dragged away kicking and screaming (well, if he wasn't in public) into what might as well have been the blazing inferno.

Granted, he was aware on some level he was being just a tad dramatic, but seeing one Alfred F. Jones was not on his agenda tonight. Or ever, for that matter. And he would be damned before he was roped into one of that idiot’s harebrained schemes. He always seemed to be hatching one and for some idiotic reason or another always saw fit to lug Arthur along whenever he was in close proximity. But no, not this time. He had more than learned his lesson.

It would take intelligence...wit...fortitude...and foresight to cover all the possible outcomes that resulted from what must have been amazingly dumb luck on Alfred’s part.

And yet the gem of “I do not know you, please stop assaulting me,” was all Arthur brilliantly managed to come up with on such short notice.

Perhaps his delivery might have been just a wee bit more convincing if Arthur had looked in Alfred’s direction even once instead of clearly enjoying a game of not looking at him not looking at him and he ’t spoken in a horribly flat tone that certainly didn’t sound like someone being ambushed by a complete stranger.

But...perhaps it would be enough? If all else failed, he simply could give the man a hearty kick to the shins and make his escape.

[salylimon]

Emi could practically feel, even without turning around for a better look, that the stares now being thrown their way were possibly a mix of equal parts confused, bemused, and annoyed. Though, Emi couldn't blame them. Not really. Because Alfred upping the dramatics, even when attempting to be annoyingly amicable, was enough reason to grate on people's nerves -- even those insane enough to go clubbing on a Sunday night.

But this was something Emi should have expected from the blonde, really. To find a way to make her weekend and current headache worse. And as much as she would have enjoyed having more company to wallow in her misery (at least, that's what she got judging from the disgruntled man's expression), it probably wouldn't be fair.

And considering the fact that her last run-in with Kirkland resulted in her saving the man from the wrath of an angry mother, which still resulted in him practically getting a concussion and-

He probably didn't remember her. Which would make this a bit more awkward if she were to mistakingly bring it up or even allude to that incident - especially in front of Alfred.

Jabbing her elbow into Alfred's side, Emi shot the bushy-browed Englishman a quick apologetic look before scowling at the American. "Alfred, pendejo, leave him alone and stop being so loud, idiot."

[waitforsuperman]

Whining as Emi elbowed him, Alfred didn't dare let go of the Brit, actually looking a little... Hurt! Why would Arthur say such things? They definitely knew each other so why...

Of course!

He hadn't seen Alfred.

Taking Arthur's other shoulder, Alfred quickly had them squared, smiling brilliantly as per usual. No way he could miss this good-lookin' way now!

"This is Arthur!" He said, looking at Emi, shaking the Brit for effect in case she didn't realise who he was talking about. "I don't know what he's talking about but he's my land lord! Was- whatever! Arthur, this is Emi, a friend of mine!"

He was pretty sure Arthur was going to stay now, so introductions were a must~