never gonna give you up

[rhymingdevil]

Let me put this out there before I say anything else. I don't usually get worked up over technology. It's there, I use it, let's move on. I don't have weird gadgets like some of the people here have and that's mostly because when you're dead, you don't tend to carry around a lot of worldly possessions. You can manipulate the environment around

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[dr_robchase]

Chase had a lot of sympathy for anyone that was trying to argue with the jukebox. He felt it moreso when he recognized the guy from around the psych office. "If it does start working in your favour, tell me? Because I think it'll signal the apocalypse," he said, not entirely joking.

[rhymingdevil]

I looked over at the guy and, sure enough, he was someone I knew. I had noticed that happening more and more lately and I guessed that meant I was settling in.

"Dr...Chase, right? From the Psych office? And yeah, when Death comes in he'll be humming Rick Astley songs, clearly."

I hated the jukebox, but at least I wasn't alone in that.

[dr_robchase]

"That's me," he agreed with a reassuring smile, unable to help but shrug. "I've been here over five years now, and not once, not once at all, has that thing done anything but torture me and the people around. Usually with Men At Work, at least, for me," he went on dryly. "Wouldn't you know, I come from a land down under."

[rhymingdevil]

I winced a little. The only thing worse than Rick Astley, I guessed, would be nonstop Men at Work songs. Didn't they just have the one, though? I wasn't sure.

"I guess there's not many Australia-specific songs. It could at least play nice and give you some INXS. I like them."

[sluttylyingliar]

"Dear God what is that?" Rachel proclaims as she saunters in, clad in a bikini top and shorts, in search of at least a vaguely current fashion magazine. A girl can't sunbathe without a magazine, and it would be helpful if it was at least post-shoulder pad era.

[rhymingdevil]

"I think it's supposed to be music, but I'm pretty sure that's just a lie the record company told us," I said, giving the jukebox a dirty look. I'd begged, I'd pleaded...now I needed to just ask for outside help.

"Do you know any way to make it change the song?"

[sluttylyingliar]

Rachel thinks that over for a second before trying for her usual remedies to any situation.

"Hey!" she shouts, stomping over and giving the jukebox a kick. "Play something else you piece of shit."

The song screeches to a stop before revving right back up with a hearty, "I'm bitch! I'm a lover! I'm a child I'm a mother!"

Rachel rolls her eyes. It's appropriate.

[rhymingdevil]

I glanced from box to girl, duly impressed. It wasn't a song I knew, but anything was better than Rick Astley on a loop for the rest of my life.

"I think I owe you a drink or something for that. I'm Peter, by the way," I said, offering a hand.

[broken_brushes]

I won't even try to obscure the truth, here: I was a little bit of a Rick Astley fiend. I'm not saying I was collecting all his records or anything wacky like that, but he'd always amazed me, a skinny, white, British boy with a voice that absolutely did not belong to him. Plus, you can't deny that his music was catchy. Despite my dedication to classic rock, I had a weakness for corny songs a mile wide, and Astley fit into that niche perfectly.

So it was that I was actually singing right along with the music when I bopped in from the women's dorms on the way back from the bathroom, unawares that Peter was apparently being tortured by it. I faltered a couple of beats, awkwardness flickering briefly over my expression, but then gave in to it and commenced dancing around him with the sort of white person rhythm that I was sure Astley would be proud of.

[rhymingdevil]

"Who are you and what have you done with Shari Cooper?" I asked, my dirty look at the jukebox being interrupted with a grin at...whatever Shari was doing. I think it was dancing, but it was just plain wrong to encourage Rick Astley. Wrong.

"I ask because the Shari I know has a fine sense of taste and uh...this isn't it."

[broken_brushes]

"I always was a stellar actress," I replied as I shimmied my shoulders Peter's way and then back again. "Obviously I had you fooled. Not that there's anything wrong with a little Rick Astley now and again!"

[rhymingdevil]

I danced a little too, but girls dancing was always a lot more interesting than anything a guy could do.

"Okay, you're selling me on it. A little. You could keep dancing with me and see if I get convinced?"