fandomhighdorms | 1st Floor Rec Room, Sunday Afternoon

For chilling out with your classmates, 'cause hey, free food.

For the singers! Yes, we've got a sing-off today, folks, but our competitors will need to rest their voices on occasion, and you, too, can step on up and sing!

...and yes, you can heckle, but get too mean/obnoxious and Minako's gonna put you in Time Out.

No, seriously, there's a group of chairs set up in the far corner of the room, and if you heckle and don't sing, you're gonna get sent over there.

Eat the rest of the food, switch the tv over to Rock Band, whatever. It's a party!!!

You love my OCD on a Sunday.

So yes, technically Sparkle had to work today. But it was the day after the big date event, and two days after the Valentine's dance, and three days after actual Valentine's Day, and Sparkle was pretty sure everyone out there was all dress-upped-out. This time of year was just going to be all of the cheap-asses taking their worn clothes with the tags still on back for a refund anyhow, wasn't it? And he didn't want to argue about that crap today when he could be doing a sing-off with the bouncy Japanese chick from class.

Yes, he was the guy who had put out the refreshments and all, but that wasn't stopping him from tucking a few pastries into his bag for later, all the same.

And of course the punch was spiked. Who did you think Sparkle was?

Atton had been planning to go another round of that helicopter-flying game, but apparently the room was occupied. And he would've passed on it too if...

...well, if he had had anything better to do today. "So what's going on here?" he said, in passing. Because beelining for the food was a thing.

"It's a battle to the pain between Canada and Japan," Sparkle ever so helpfully informed Atton, toasting him with a glass of spiked punch. "Minako there thinks she can take me on in a karaoke match, and I intend to prove her wrong."

Or at least have fun doing it. His Canada Cred didn't exactly hinge on karaoke, after all.

Artemis had quietly disapproved when Minako had worked out her songlist for today, but she wasn't going to let a cranky old cat stop her.

So of course, she was going to start off with Venus (http://youtu.be/Za_TecfMXtA).

Goddess on the mountain top
Burning like a silver flame
The summit of beauty and love
And Venus was her name!

Minako winked at Sparkle and flipped her hair.

She's got it
Yeah, baby, she's got it
I'm your Venus, I'm your fire
At your desire
Well, I'm your Venus, I'm your fire
At your desire

WAIT OH GOD HAD THESE LYRICS ALWAYS BEEN THIS FORWARD? Minako refused to blush, and just kept singing until the end, throwing herself into it and doing her best to enjoy herself.

Minako was taking a page from the Boards and drinking lemon-water, thanks. Because, hi, she wasn't a complete ditz, she knew better than to trust punch at a high school.

Atton filled up a glass of punch with seemingly little care whether it had alcohol in it or not. "Damn," he said, "And me without my earplugs."

"Guess you're gonna have to cope, if you want to keep eating the food," Sparkle replied, leaning forward and attempting to poke Atton in the shoulder with a smirk on his face. "It won't be that bad. Better than that screechy shit you have to listen to when you go to that club in Baltimore."

The club that Sparkle wasn't a huge fan of.

Atton took a sip of the punch. "Hey, there's nothing wrong with the music down there," he shot back. "Definitely better than what you hear in most cantinas."

Huh, there was a kick in this.

Sparkle was in it for adventure today, so he hadn't really planned his song list in advance so much as he'd opened the song book and pointed at a song at random.

So, when Cuban Pete started playing, he kicked off the whole thing with an amused whoop, and spent the whole duration of the song doing a little step-step-step-ass-shake cha-cha while he sang.

They call me Cuban Pete
I'm the king of the rumba beat
When I play the maracas I go
Chick-chicky-boom chick-chicky-boom

Yes sir, I'm Cuban Pete
I'm the craze of my native street
When I start to dance everything goes
Chick-chicky-boom, chick-chicky-boom

The senoritas they sing
And they swing with "terampero"
It's very nice - so full of spice
And when they dance in they bring
A happy ring that "era keros"
Are singing a song
All the day long

So if you like the beat
Take a lesson from Cuban Pete
And I'll teach you to
Chick-chicky-boom, chick-chicky-boom, chick-chicky-boom

And right around here, Sparkle threw his voice up into his nose and started singing the most nasal falsetto he could manage. Because for this next verse, it was kind of important.

He's a really modest guy
Although he's the hottest guy
In Havana, in Havana

Si, senorita I know
That you would like a chicky-boom-chick
It's very nice - so full of spice
I'll place my hand on your hip
And if you will just give me your hand
Then we shall try
Just you and I!

It was karaoke. If there wasn't some alcohol flying around, Sparkle was doing something horribly wrong.

"Well, I've never been to one of these cantina things that you keep talking about," Sparkle pointed out. "So I wouldn't know, would I?"

Poor little Earth boy.

"If I ever bother to go back there, I'll take you," Atton said, taking a much bigger gulp of the punch. "You'll know how good you have it."

No Hutts! And, more importantly, no damned Bith.

Next up, Minako was totally going to show off her ballad abilities. Kinda (http://kaydeefalls.dreamwidth.org/626461.html).

She says I know your face
But something's strange in your eyes
Your voice I know so well
Your words I don't recognize

And darkness creeps in
Borne on cold winds
Blows my footprints away

And I see myself
Turn into something else
Turn into someone else
For a while
And I know I'm right
Running into this night
Running another dream to the ground

The girl who falls down stairs,
She calls my name through the air.
She says I loved you once,
I'd love you again if you dare.

So wipe the sleep from tiger eyes
And put this moment aside.

And I see myself
Turn into something else,
Turn into someone else,
For a while.
And I know I'm right --
Running into this night --
Running another dream to the ground!

Needles buzz like neon light and
I am stained by this town,
And all my faith gone,
All maps welcome,
The stairs have twisted around.

And I see myself
Turn into something else,
Turn into someone else,
For a while.
And I know I'm right
Running into this night,
Running another dream to the ground

Pull me out
Pull me out
Pull me out...

Yeah, someday Sparkle would know first-hand what a Hutt actually was. And then he'd be thrilled to have grown up in Toronto. Mostly.

"Yeah? Well, you keep that in mind if you ever do," Sparkle decided, downing the rest of his punch and going back for another cup. "I'm gonna hold you to that."

He so was.

"So, you ever do karaoke before?"

"Not that I can remember."

Emphasis on the remember. He'd gotten drunk in a place that did that once. It was a little fuzzy.

"Stupid idea, though. Except for people who are into mutual torture."

Sparkle's next song was a little slower, a little less... Cuban Pete... than the last one. And, like the last one, it had been picked at random from the song list.

When the country music started to play, Sparkle only looked a little put off. But he faked his way through it like a champ, dammit. Like a punk-faced honky-tonk fucking champ.

I'm gonna be here for you baby
I'll be a man of my word
Speak the language in a voice that you have never heard
I wanna sleep with you forever
And I wanna die in your arms
In a cabin by a meadow where the wild bees swarm

Sparkle was making faces as he sang this one, yes. What kind of lyrics were these supposed to be, exactly? Wild bees? What? What??

And I'm gonna love you like nobody loves you
And I'll earn your trust making memories of us

I wanna honor your mother
I wanna learn from your pa
I wanna steal your attention like a bad outlaw
I wanna stand out in a crowd for you
A man among men
I wanna make your world better than it's ever been

And I'm gonna love you like nobody loves you
And I'll earn your trust making memories of us

We'll follow the rainbow
Wherever the four winds blow
And there'll be a new day
Comin' your way

I'm gonna be here for you from now on
This you know somehow
You've been stretched to the limits but it's alright now
And I'm gonna make you this promise
If there's life after this
I'm gonna be there to meet you with a warm, wet kiss, Mhmmm.
Yes I am.

And I'm gonna love you like nobody loves you
And I'll earn your trust making memories of us,
I'm gonna love you like nobody loves you baby,
And I'll win your trust making memories of us
Mmhm ooooooooooo oh baby!

Please, excuse the way Sparkle was making gagging noises as he stepped off the stage after this one. His random song-picking finger was so fired.

"That's why you get drunk first," Sparkle pointed out, shrugging his shoulders like it made all the sense in the world. "More alcohol, less inhibitions! You get up there and make an ass of yourself, and it's okay, because everyone else is doing it, too!"

It was an activity that Sparkle enjoyed.

Making an ass of himself, that is.

Atton was slightly less of a fan of it, but most people he'd met in life would insist he was really freaking good at it. (Of course, that came with a price tag.)

"I don't see any alcohol around here," Atton pointed out innocently, taking another drink from his cup of punch. "I'll hang back, watch you two be stupid."

Possibly engage in retaliatory audio violence if he had enough punch.

"You could be our judge, if you're too shy to get up and sing," Sparkle decided, after a moment spent very maturely sticking his tongue out at Atton. There was plenty of alcohol around here! It was just... pink. Because punch.

Which, he supposed, was the whole point to spiking it in the first place.

"But if you give her bonus points just because she's cute, I'll be really put out, man."

"Nobody's shy around here," Atton retorted. And, come on, did Sparkle want some teacher to come in and confiscate the punch? He thought not. "But I'll be fair, considering you're both infants and I'm not that kinda guy."

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