Touched for the very first time.

[wearestars]

Three days after finding himself on Hot Guy Island, Lionel thinks he has a handle on how things work. What the peons need, the wacky island gods supply. This includes canned goods, toilet tissue and, naturally, karaoke.

Because what magical island getaway would be complete without thatLionel isn't drunk. He's maybe a little tipsy for no other

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[halfscarlet]

People don't use the karaoke machine much, and Billy proudly includes himself in that group. It's an evil tool used only by the incredibly drunk, and he does his best not to go anywhere near it. But that doesn't mean he can't enjoy a little karaoke humiliation at the expense of others, so when he hears a voice that isn't the queen of pop coming out of the Hub, he makes his way across the path, putting off going home for a little while longer.

The face is new, the hair Billy's sure he would have noticed had he been around a while. There's nothing humiliating at all about his performance, however, and Billy finds himself laughing and applauding when the song's over.

[wearestars]

Marshall keeps implying this place isn't heaven, but that absolutely cannot be right. Not when Tom Sturridge has randomly showed up to applaud Lionel's potentially dubious Madonna impersonation as if that's something that would happen in real life, ever. He even looks delightfully eccentric, yet so alone without his traditional RPattz escort.

"Thank you," Lionel purrs into the microphone before he hops from the edge of the stage.

"I need you to swear one thing to me, before we go any further. Hand on your heart, scout's honor: You will not grow a beard."

[halfscarlet]

The smile stays on Billy's face but his eyebrows go up in surprise, those particular words not the ones he was expecting. "I...promise?" He scratches his jaw, feeling the very faint peach fuzz there, and thinks he couldn't really grow a proper beard if he tried. "Good show, by the way."

[wearestars]

"Seriously, you will look like a hobo and your stock will plummet." And how fucking tragic has that been? Lionel has never figured out whether TomStu is trying for increased anonymity or not, but the beard attracts just a much attention but for all the wrong reasons. He's so blaming that shit on Sienna Miller.

"You're sweet to say so," he adds of the compliment, and gives the brunette a light tap on the arm. "I can't believe more people aren't up there. Where I come from, bad renditions of pop music draws them in like moths to a flame. You should totally do a number in your pyjamas."

[wearestars]

Ugh, there are so many adorable boys in this place. After living in BFE for so long, it's overwhelming. Lionel feels like his crotch has turned into a divining rod in the middle of an ocean, a compass at the North Pole: It doesn't know which way it wants to point.

"Thank you," he murmurs into the microphone with a beguiling smile, then hops from the stage. "Hi there."

[wearestars]

"You should try it," Lionel adds with a motion back to the stage. Back home, there would have been a line to use the thing, but here people seem to not even notice it's there. Maybe they all come from universes that aren't filled with people so eager to embarrass themselves in public.

"I promise I'll applaud at the end," he adds with a decisive nod.

[dancin_maxxie]

Maxxie doesn't hang out at the Hub all the time, but some nights it's too easy not to. Two weeks since the rave and the utter lack of parties starts to get really, sadly apparent. Sitting around at a bar doesn't guarantee excitement, but it's better than sitting around the rec room.

That someone is booting up the karaoke machine as he walks in could be a sign, but of a good or a bad evening, he doesn't know. Song and artist choice win some points in the guy's favor, and his singing's not terrible. But the confident way he stands on the tiny stage and his cheeky performance keeps Maxxie's attention. He claps and whoops as the performance ends, which kind of stands out in the relatively uncrowded bar, but hey, he liked it.

[wearestars]

Since Lionel was old enough to understand what attraction was, he's been into the more burly, manly type. Marshall was an aberration, a puppy-faced force of nature; Lionel had always sworn as much. Hadn't he stretched out on Marsh's floor and wondered aloud whether they two would even be together if there had been more options?

Seriously, though, if the other twinks in Kansas had looked like this, he definitely would have been forced to reconsider his preference for macho. This place is like a Vegas buffet, it's crazy.

"Why thank you," he murmurs into the mic, and reaches to flip off the karaoke machine. A moment later, he's sliding casually onto an adjacent stool.

"Do you always applaud mediocre Madonna impersonations with such enthusiasm?"

[dancin_maxxie]

There's something familiar about this guy, Maxxie realizes, as he saunters over to the bar. He's pretty sure that he's not been on the island long; this isn't someone Maxxie'd glanced at in the kitchen, passed on the path, and simply hadn't paid attention to. He's cute enough that Maxxie would have paid attention. But now that he's closer, Maxxie can't shake the sudden feeling that he's seen this guy's face before.

Not too bothered by it, Maxxie takes a sip from his pint, licks his lips and grins. "I'll applaud anyone who entertains me," he says. "It's only fair. And sadly, fewer people use that thing than you'd think, for Madonna or otherwise."

[wearestars]

"Thank god for me you have a broad definition of entertainment," Lionel says with a smile, and motions to the bartender for a drink. While he waits, he casually shifts his gaze from graceful hands to muscular arms to the bit of froth lingering over a warm smile.

"You should sing something," he suggests, and reaches to swipe the pad of his thumb across the other boy's upper lip.

[tooktheblack]

Jon had discovered that taverns on the island were nothing like taverns in Westeros and he'd come to terms with that. Any place he could get halfway decent ale at the end of the day was good enough for him even if there were...certain significant differences between a wineshop as he knew it and what the island had.

The singing was something new, though, and he'd never been overly fond of drunks or bards. He glanced at Ghost before taking another sip of beer, shaking his head.

"Think we could do better?" Ghost didn't respond but, then again, he never responded.

[wearestars]

Hold the phone.

There are hot guys, and then there is that particular brand of guy that makes your stomach go all warm and fizzy; the ones that have the perfect combination of traits to hit your libido right out of the park. For Lionel Trane, this is a slightly incongruous combination of overt manliness, soft puppy eyes and dark hair.

Looking bored and sitting at one of the tiny cafe tables in front of the stage is Lionel's perfect man.

And his monster dog.

Once the music ends, Lionel stays behind the mic, his gaze shifting between hottie and wolf. He briefly clears his throat and then speaks directly into the microphone.

"That is the hairiest horse I have ever seen."

[tooktheblack]

It took a few moments for Jon to realize he was being addressed and he glanced at Ghost before looking to the speaker, smirk on his lips. Direwolves weren't common in Westeros but he'd seen plenty since coming to the island. Perhaps this man simply hadn't been frequenting the same places as Jon.

"It's a direwolf, actually. Have you never seen one before?"

[wearestars]

Exploring the island beyond the bars hasn't been much of a priority for Lionel in these first few days, and why should it be? Getting back to nature for him usually involves giving a blow job in the park. He's definitely not looking for giant beasts with sharp teeth, although he was looking for this guy.

"No," he answers, and it startles him when his voice sounds loud in the speakers. Hastily, he reaches to turn off the mic and then steps down from the small dais.

"No," he repeats as he takes a tentative step closer. "Will he take my hand off if I try to pet him?" The animal was calm enough, but he also looked like he could swallow half of Lionel's arm in one bite.

[priorlives]

Prior didn't spend a lot of time in the bar himself, but the most compelling reason to do so was definitely the karaoke. And he might have just walked on past if he hadn't heard the singing coming from inside. But it was the new queen of his heart from 1985 when he'd been sucked into the island, and he was powerless to resist Madonna. He and Belize used to sing this walking down the street just to watch the straight folks stare.

Standing a few feet from the stage, he looked up and watched the most adorable little gay boy do his thing.

"Oh, to be young and beautiful again," he sighed dramatically.

[wearestars]

Holy shit, the hot uncle from Weeds is a queen. From his place behind the microphone, Lionel can't decide if this is like Christmas or the exact opposite. On the one hand, still hot. On the other, no longer his type. At all.

Abandoning Madonna, he steps from the little stage and regards the guy with a cant of his head. "Need help crossing the road, Grandma?"

[priorlives]

Prior looked down at his cane, then back up. "Nah, I get along okay. And please, don't stop the rock on my account."

[wearestars]

"Just taking a break. I wouldn't want to overwhelm anyone with my star presence," Lionel replies with a wry twist of his lips.

"Let's get a drink, you can regale me with tales of your misspent youth," he suggests, and tugs briefly on the old man's elbow before he steps over the bar.