[It would appear upon first glance that Dean's communicator is acting up and recording by itself. But there's fingertips belonging to a certain devil boy at the edge of the screen. It gets put on a table and then Dante joins him by the karoke machine. The surrounding area - the bar, funnily enough - is currently empty. The glasses that litter the
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A singer in a smokey room, the smell of wine and cheap perfuuuuuume...
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For a smile in the niiight, it goes on and on and on...
STRANGERS! WAITING!...
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UP AND DOWN THE BOULEVARD...
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THEIR SHADOWS
SEARCHING
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He instantly regrets it.]
Oi! Keep it to yourselves!!
[If he can find the damn communicator, he'll force one of them to cut off the feed. The last thing he wants to do is hear this in stereo]
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When they're not being butchered, I am!
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We ain't butchering shit! Sit your ass down and enjoy yourself!
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And Same-Sex Duet of the Year goes to - you two. Well done, boys. Very brave of you. Do I get to come to the coming out party, or is that a private do?
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There's no coming oout party, unless you're here to jump his bones. Merely appreciating a classic, that's all.
[But he's putting the microphone down.]
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Maybe you shuold shut the hell up.
[Just because his brain can't process anything beyond that to coherently form a witty comeback.]
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What's your poison? [Points at the bar over his shoulder.]
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