All-Sexuality Support Group: Thursday after Classes, A Classroom
Really, anyone who walked into this meeting on Thursdays and was still confused by the way Gabrielle kept looking at Emmett like he was a flashing neon purple hydra from another planet . . . had only to look at the karaoke machine set up at the front of the room, next to a box full of glam wigs. (You could practically smell the Aquanet.)
"I still don't see what this has to do with anything," Gabrielle said through her teeth.
"Music helps us express ourselves," Emmett said through his teeth too, because they were in his mouth and the words had to pass them. Unlike some people's teeth, however, they weren't apparently glued together along a horizontal line. "And since sexuality is something that people in some cultures don't get to express very loudly, God invented karaoke for us to sing. Very loudly. Because at the end of the night if somebody gives you grief, you can always just blame it on the song selection sucking."
There was no glue involved, never mind how legitimate the question of how likely Gabrielle would've been to eat paste as a child might be. "Oh, it's the song selection that does that, is it?"
"Any other sucking that might occur backstage is between you and your god, Gabrielle."
"Which one? We do have a lot of them, you know." Emmett, the clock is ticking down on the amount of time between now and Gabrielle's weekly attempt to throttle you.
"Well, aren't you just spoiled for choice. Do you have a god of singing in tune? If you do, you might want to get on your knees to that one before your song comes up."
"Why," asked Gabrielle, narrowing her eyes at him, "do I have a feeling that sounds a lot less innocent in your head than it does in mine? And we might, but I've never met him . . . or her . . . anyway." She waved her hands vaguely at the wigs. "Music is good for getting in touch with your inner feelings. So let's have at it, shall we?"
[Writ as always with the lovely ancientbschamp and OCD is up! Open for bizness!]
"I still don't see what this has to do with anything," Gabrielle said through her teeth.
"Music helps us express ourselves," Emmett said through his teeth too, because they were in his mouth and the words had to pass them. Unlike some people's teeth, however, they weren't apparently glued together along a horizontal line. "And since sexuality is something that people in some cultures don't get to express very loudly, God invented karaoke for us to sing. Very loudly. Because at the end of the night if somebody gives you grief, you can always just blame it on the song selection sucking."
There was no glue involved, never mind how legitimate the question of how likely Gabrielle would've been to eat paste as a child might be. "Oh, it's the song selection that does that, is it?"
"Any other sucking that might occur backstage is between you and your god, Gabrielle."
"Which one? We do have a lot of them, you know." Emmett, the clock is ticking down on the amount of time between now and Gabrielle's weekly attempt to throttle you.
"Well, aren't you just spoiled for choice. Do you have a god of singing in tune? If you do, you might want to get on your knees to that one before your song comes up."
"Why," asked Gabrielle, narrowing her eyes at him, "do I have a feeling that sounds a lot less innocent in your head than it does in mine? And we might, but I've never met him . . . or her . . . anyway." She waved her hands vaguely at the wigs. "Music is good for getting in touch with your inner feelings. So let's have at it, shall we?"
[Writ as always with the lovely ancientbschamp and OCD is up! Open for bizness!]