Karaoke Lounge (2-3)

[oversight]

Who: Class 2-3 & YOU!
Where: The Karaoke Room
When: July 15th - July 16th, 2014
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Summary: Class 2-3 has decided to create an awesome karaoke lounge for their class project!
The Story:


Karaoke Sample Song List

Presented by 2-3, this chic and semi-intimate karaoke lounge is heralded as the perfect get-away for those students and visitors looking to burn a little energy dancing and singing. Despite how it might first appear, the room boasts a deceptively large space, plenty of seating, and basic refreshments.

Nearest the stage is a sign-up list for those looking to sing. The music database is massive, so pretty much any song is offered (however, there are signs warning against selections that may not be appropriate for all audiences, even if no one will be closely monitoring).

[[ OOC: Prose or action spam is totally fine. Start your own headers, link your own songs, dance around in all the threads, and have a great time!

P.S. Don't forget your content warnings where necessary!

P.P.S. Hopefully this is okay with everyone in class 2-3. Please PM me here if you need me to add/change/remove something/etc.]]

Comments

[widows_kiss]

"Good to know," she answers with a wry smile, giving him a fond look. "And yeah. Something with Billy and Teddy, I think. I caught him muttering in the hall this morning before he realized I was there. And please don't jinx us. I can't believe you just said that."

[dyskinesia]

"Wow. Loki playing matchmaker," adding that to the list of strangest things he's ever said. Not that he'd ever thought Billy and Teddy needed that much matchmaking to begin with, but alright. He winces slightly at her last remark. "Oops. But-- no, we'll be... we'll be fine. Right?"

A moment's pause as he looks at her. "... right."

[widows_kiss]

She just rolls her eyes at the look he gives her. "If worse comes to worse, I'll take one for the team and keep him distracted for the evening. I'm sure I can think of something. Maybe he likes to dance. Like you," she adds with a teasing smile.

[dyskinesia]

"I don't remember ever saying I like to dance," he huffs out, crossing his arms over his chest. "But Loki, I can see him liking that, yes."

[widows_kiss]

"Oh, but you do. I'm on to you, Banner," she adds, crossing her arms over her chest as well to playfully mimic him.

[dyskinesia]

"No you don't. Stop making stuff up," but he's grinning as he says that, so he can't be all that offended. Still, he glances around in hopes of finding a topic change. "Do you know what karaoke means?"

[widows_kiss]

She just laughs and slouches comfortably back against the wall again, making a face at his question. "Torture by singing?"

[dyskinesia]

He almost snorts out a laughter at her guess, clear to him that she's joking. "No. It literally means 'empty orchestra'. That's pretty interesting, I think."

[widows_kiss]

"I think mine was more accurate. It's Japanese, right? They'd totally have some ancient method of some horrible dishonorable death by tone-deaf singing, they were creative like that."

[dyskinesia]

"Yeah, it's Japanese," he grins, shaking his head slightly. "And actually karaoke's pretty recent, from around mid-20th century, so I think your logic is out the window."

[widows_kiss]

"Can we throw the karaoke out with it?" she asked hopefully.

[dyskinesia]

Alright, this time he does laugh, brief as it may be. "Do you have to stay here?"

[widows_kiss]

She likes making him laugh.

His question has her peering around, looking for Annabeth. "Probably, but I don't see my jailer. Feel like helping me break out?"

[dyskinesia]

He shrugs, finding no harm in it at all. What's the worse that can happen, really?

... actually might be for the best to leave that question unanswered. He looks around too, then nods at her to follow him. "Come on. You did want to see the art exhibit, right? So this counts as school stuff."

[widows_kiss]

She twines her arms around his arm and practically bounces out the door beside him, leaning her cheek against his shoulder as she sighs in an exaggerated manner.

"My hero."

[dyskinesia]

He snorts and shakes his head as they successfully make their way out of the classroom completely undetected. "Yeah, right."

[widows_kiss]

She's so delighted to be out and free that she just grins and pokes him in the ribs with a finger. "What, don't believe me?"

[dyskinesia]

"I'm not your hero," he doesn't even look at her, though he still grins. "I'm more like the prison guard you just bribed into releasing you."

[widows_kiss]

"That totally makes you my hero," she argues, propping her chin on his shoulder as she grins up at him. "Or at the very least, my very favorite prison guard."