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[amoneything]

Sometimes I'm right, sometimes I'm wrong
But he doesn't care, he'll string along
He loves me so, that funny honey of mine

Sounds like someone's found the evil karaoke machine.

And of course, for imagery's sake, she's still got her costume donned as she slinks around.

(Thankfully, her singing voice isn't half-bad.)

Sometimes I'm down, sometimes

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[seethefunnyside]

Blake doesn't so much watch Sally as drink her in.

(Who couldn't? Half of the world is in love with her.)

And the costume - the almost-sheer yellow fabric, black corset, cut up to here and down to there, and that one, long, black glove - makes it hard for him to exactly look away.

(It isn't as if he would.)

[amoneything]

She feels Eddie's gaze on her before she finds him among Bar's other patrons.

Compelled to sing, however, the words of the song make it out before any kind of comment specifically directed at him.

He ain't no sheik, that's no great physique
Lord knows he ain't got the smarts

(Maybe it is directed somewhat at him.)

[seethefunnyside]

Aimed at him or not, Eddie snorts softly, feeling his eyebrows rise even as a half-amused, half-challenging grin appears on his features.

[amoneything]

Oh, but look at that soul
I tell you, that whole is a whole lot greater
Than the sum of his parts

See, Eddie? She can be nice, too.

[isaysimplewords]

[OOC: Hope I'm not tagging too late; I came up with this a bit after the fact and couldn't resist.]

There is a four-year-old in a Robin-esque costume of his own, curled up on a sofa in that way little kids have. It's getting to be naptime, and he looks it, but he's distracted watching Sally sing. Distracted and confused.

Cal is from a musical world. Karaoke machines do not exist there. There are other confusing aspects of the performance, too, but mostly the machine is occupying his attention right now.

[amoneything]

The song ends soon enough, and Sally looks just as confused as Cal feels.

"Nice costume, kid," she says, smiling kindly.

[isaysimplewords]

Cal smiles back, cheerful.

"Bar made it," he says. "Did she make yours, too?"

Her costume, at least, makes perfect sense to Cal. Today is one of the days when Bar is weird, after all.

[amoneything]

"Not so much," Sally replies. "This is the genuine article."