Touched for the very first time.
Three days after finding himself on Hot Guy Island, Lionel thinks he has a handle on how things work. What the peons need, the wacky island gods supply. This includes canned goods, toilet tissue and, naturally, karaoke.
Because what magical island getaway would be complete without that?
Lionel isn't drunk. He's maybe a little tipsy for no other reason than he can be, in this place where being seventeen suddenly makes him an adult in all the ways that seemed to matter back home but which, Lionel suspects, will lose some of their novelty now that they're not taboo. The ability to walk into a bar and order a drink sans anxiety or fake ID is already becoming normal, and he's only three days in.
But back to the karaoke.
If the island gods provide, far be it from Lionel to deny them, tipsy or otherwise. Madonna seems like a perfect choice, even if it's dated. At least he's not singing Hanson, because seriously, the adorable factor there is perilously close to being outweighed by the pain of having 'MmmBop' stuck in your head all day.
Microphone in hand, he strikes a pose atop the Hub's tiny stage and channels his inner material girl. He might not have the world's best voice, but he knows all the words by heart.
"I made it through the wilderness, somehow I made it through…Didn't know how lost I was until I found you," he sings, and snaps his head to the side and then back to the mic. "I was beat, incomplete…I'd been had, I was sad and bluuuuuue, but you made me feeeeel, yeah, you maaaaaaaade me feel…shiny and neeeeew, hoo!"
[OOC: Join in, applaud or stare. ETA: No more threads, please.]
Because what magical island getaway would be complete without that?
Lionel isn't drunk. He's maybe a little tipsy for no other reason than he can be, in this place where being seventeen suddenly makes him an adult in all the ways that seemed to matter back home but which, Lionel suspects, will lose some of their novelty now that they're not taboo. The ability to walk into a bar and order a drink sans anxiety or fake ID is already becoming normal, and he's only three days in.
But back to the karaoke.
If the island gods provide, far be it from Lionel to deny them, tipsy or otherwise. Madonna seems like a perfect choice, even if it's dated. At least he's not singing Hanson, because seriously, the adorable factor there is perilously close to being outweighed by the pain of having 'MmmBop' stuck in your head all day.
Microphone in hand, he strikes a pose atop the Hub's tiny stage and channels his inner material girl. He might not have the world's best voice, but he knows all the words by heart.
"I made it through the wilderness, somehow I made it through…Didn't know how lost I was until I found you," he sings, and snaps his head to the side and then back to the mic. "I was beat, incomplete…I'd been had, I was sad and bluuuuuue, but you made me feeeeel, yeah, you maaaaaaaade me feel…shiny and neeeeew, hoo!"
[OOC: Join in, applaud or stare. ETA: No more threads, please.]