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

[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

[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

[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