The Sea Breeze cocktail is cool in Lorne's hand. Oh, sweet mama, he needs this. Needs the taste of cranberry, grapefruit, and vodka doing a tango on his tongue. He lifts the glass to his lips and -
It's gone?! Oh, somebody is going to pay for this, big time -
Wait a second. He's not in that crappy karaoke bar off Route 66 anymore. "What is this place, some B-movie version of a spaceship holding deck?" He does a double take, and sees the weird futuristic device above his head. "That doesn't even look close to real. Someone put me on the line with the special effects department." He sighs and rubs his temples. He's just gotten kidnapped, and here he is cracking jokes that no one can hear. He's being even more pathetic than usual.
"All right, very funny, Senior Partners. It's not like I'm actually any use to you. I'm just Tonto. Angel's your Lone Ranger, if he's even alive. Relatively speaking, of course." No response. As if that was going to work. If the Senior Partners really want him, he doesn't have a Twilight fan's chance at a Space Trekking convention of getting out of here in one piece. Now that he's parted ways with Team Angel, there's no one out there to try and rescue him.
Lorne looks up. Whoever's done this, it's definitely a higher power. He spreads his arms wide. "OK, then. Whoever's in charge here, I give up. Whatever you want with me, do your worst. Maybe it's time for my curtain call."
[ooc: Lorne is an empath who reads people's auras and destinies when they sing. If the musical glitch causes your character to sing to Lorne, you can comment
here if there's anything specific you want him to pick up on.]