Fourth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening, The Barry Gibb Talk Show

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The fourth floor common room had been transformed. Do not ask how the best talk show hosts ever had found a disco ball to hang from the ceiling, one that showed off their matching white double-breasted pantsuits. They were here to sing about politics and chew bubble gum, and they were all out of gum.

There were chairs arranged in a semi-circle, for the important political guests, brothers Barry Gibb and Robin Gibb (also known as the surviving two thirds of the best effing band ever, the Bee Gees) faced away from the studio audience. As if on cue, Barry and Robin spun around, and began to sing.

"Here we are
In a room full of strangers
Discussing politics
And the issues of the day
Well, I want to talk to you
Though you may not want me to
I'm still gonna talk to you
I don't care what you say

Talkin' it up
On the Barry Gibb talk show
Talkin' bout issues
Talkin' bout real important issues
Talkin' it up
On the Barry Gibb talk show
Talkin' bout politics
In this crazy, crazy town
Oh yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah"

So maybe George and Squall had been gremlin-bit earlier this evening and thought they were washed-up disco superstars now hosting a belligerent talk show about politics. That might be cool, too.

(There will be OCD for this. OCD UP! Come be a guest on the show, or a member of the studio audience, or stand in the back with a camera! JOIN US.)

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Re: Barry Gibb Talk Show: Guests

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Barry shuffled over next to Warren, matched his pose, and kept on dancing. Warren had memorized the choreography to the famous meta for Saturday Night Fever dance scene, right? No? Well, now was a good time to learn.

The night fever, night fever
We know how to do it.
Gimme the night fever, night fever
We know how to show it.

Re: Barry Gibb Talk Show: Guests

[wwiii]

And really, Warren had only brought this horror upon himself, hadn't he? At least he was more or less resigned to his fate, because even if he was going to end up tripping over himself, he'd look damn good doing it.

Hopefully. It was hard to tell, since he was doing his level best to keep from cracking up. But hey, Warren had some pretty damn impressive disco hips.

It was easy to be shameless about the silly stuff like this when you grew up cut off from society at large.