1st Floor Rec Room, Monday Evening

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'Somehow' (Kathy was blaming Dante), dinner at El Burrito Loco had involved not one but several alcoholic flights for them to share: it had started with a cerveza flight with appetizers, turned into a sangria flight before their entrees had come out, and finished up with a tequila flight right before they'd finished eating. It was the tequila flight that had done it; they had been just fine after the sangria, but the shots of tequila, even when divided between the three of them, had sent them right over the edge from 'pleasantly buzzed' to 'gigglng and tipsy.'

The trip home hadn't sobered them up much, which was why they'd somehow ended up in the first floor Rec Room instead of heading up the stairs to the third floor. It was also why the discovery of a fully-functioning karaoke machine was pounced on with delight. Normally, Kathy would have been all over the DDR machine in the corner, but karaoke was a much, much better idea--for one thing, there was far less movement involved.

"We are doing this," she informed the guys, plugging the machine in and pulling out the track listings. There were an insane number of tracks from all over the world. Kathy was shocked to find songs listed by prominent K- and J-Pop artists, as well as the standard fare of Broadway, 50s ballads, and 70's rock. "We are absolutely doing this. In fact, Dante, I challenge you to an 80s power ballad-off right now."

The first floor of the Dorms was in for a very long, very musical night.

[Dante and Anders modded with permission, post very definitely open for anyone who wants to come in and sing! Beat the Mondays with secondhand karaoke!]

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"Turn around, bright eyes!" And taking her own suggestion, she went full on pretzel!Kathy and did indeed turn around.

Or, well, spin around. Whatever.

"Total eclipse of the heeeart!"

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Dante clapped loudly.

Hey, after that, you had to.

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Rhythm gymnast 4 lyfe.

The end of her spin coincided with the end of the song and Kathy pulled herself back upright, clutching at Dante for a second while the room spun and her sense of balance fought to reassert itself. Hey, right, she'd been drinking.

"Total eclipse of the heart," she said solemnly.

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"We definitely eclipsed that heart," Dante said, patting her on the head.

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"The most sarcastic hearts in the whole world," Kathy said with a snort. "Don't think I didn't notice that."

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"What, you think I wasn't serious?"

Because you hadn't been, Dante. That was blatantly obvious to everyone.

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"Well, the hearts you were directing at Anders seemed a little more sincere," Kathy said, tapping her finger against her chin. "But you weren't yelling 'bro' so it was hard to tell."

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"You can't bro a guy too often," Dante said, shaking his head. "They get ideas."

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"Oh? What kind of ideas?" Kathy asked. "Popped collars and khaki shorts?"

Because those were to be avoided at all costs.

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"And Greek," Dante said, pointing at her. "Oh, and football."

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"Ugh," Kathy said, grimacing. "You bro too hard at Anders and I'm going to have to step in and separate you. I like him just the way he is--undouchelike."

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"What, you don't wanna see how many Bud Lights he can pound back?" Dante asked, snickering.

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"Bite your tongue," Kathy said. "Or I will total eclipse your ass, see if I don't."

That...didn't make sense as a threat, no. Look, she'd been going for the pun and the song and she'd been drinking...The important thing was, however, that they were clear that there would be no encouraging Anders drinking shitty American beer until he threw up or passed out or whatever douchebros did.

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"Is that a promise?" Dante asked. He took a couple of steps until he was grinning in her face again.

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Kathy didn't step back, letting Dante get all up in her personal space without ceding an inch. Funny, but when they'd first met, she wouldn't have been able to do that. Instead she just deliberately licked her lips. "Might be," she said. "Be a shame if I had to back out because I was holding back his hair cause someone told him to commit alcohol poisoning. Shitty alcohol poisoning."

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"Oh, come on," Dante said. "He'd have to work his ass off to get drunk off of Bud Light."

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"Which just means it would be a long drawn-out spectacle," Kathy said, folding her arms. "No way. At least get him drunk on good beer. Without the frat overtones. Or there will be no Stanford sorority sisters for you."

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"Why you gotta ride me so hard?" Dante sighed, shaking his head.

He stepped out of her space and eyed the karaoke machine.

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"Because you like it when I do," Kathy said, squeezing by him more closely than the space in the room required, giving her skirt a flirty little twitch as she did. "You like it a lot. What're you thinking of singing--wait. No, there's only one choice. Ebony and Ivory, Dante. You gotta."

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Dante laughed. "You think they got it?" he asked, sounding pretty pleased at the prospect, actually.

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"They have obscure K-pop bands from the 70s," Kathy told him, laughing. "I'm pretty sure they have your terrible song for you to sing to your girls!"

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"It's not terrible," Dante shot back.

It was totally terrible. It was the worst.

And he let out a whoop of victory when he found it in the books. Aw, yeah.

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"It is entirely terrible," she told him, though she was all too happy to egg him on to sing it. "It's schmaltz. And I'm not singing it with you, this is all on you, Pooky."

Kathy had standards.

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"Whatever," Dante said, snagging the microphone. He raised his eyebrows at her. "I don't need you anyway."

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"Your ladies don't like me anyway," Kathy said. "They'll appreciate this more coming from you."

Kathy was never going to be able to seductively drag his guns down her body. Never.