Jeff Brolin: *The little bar seems a mite quiet tonight. All of that is about to change. He pushes the door open with a flat palm, listening to the horrid rendition of some Country song or another.*

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): There are not any words in the English language 100 letters long.

Keith Newcomb: Follows Jeff in, making a disgusted face at the music. "What the fuck is *that*?"

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): ((I really hate that feature.))

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): http://www.pyramidcollection.com/itemdy00.asp? T1=P9648%202X&GEN1=All%20Apparel&SKW=apparel&PageNo=1#zoom She comes in with Christian and Charlie wearing a black brocaded velvet dress with celtic crosses in circles on the front and ruffled sleeves and skirt. (See link for pic of dress). She seems to be smiling and calm for the moment, an arm around each of the guys.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: (Navy, giving Keith Indigo so I can have the brain)

Nathaniel Dikastis: (or... maybe not :P)

Nathaniel Dikastis: He follows behind them, holding a paper bag under his arm and grinning from ear to ear. Dressed in black jeans and sweater, eyemake up on tonight.

Jeff Brolin: *He grins.* What we're gonna get in the way of.

Keith Newcomb: ~He's wearing a black slinky-silky sort of long sleeved t-shirt that clings to his six-pack abs and well-formed pecs, his tight blue jeans showing off his atletic lower body.~

Christian Gallagher: He walks in alongside Sha-Sha and Charlie, a little smile on his face as he looks around. It's been a while since he's karaoke'd. The shirt today reads "I'm Jehovah" on the front inside a yellow sunburst, and "You didn't witness shit" on the back. ((If anyone needs a DD, ping.))

Keith Newcomb: "Good." A wicked grin. "The world needs more chaos and anarchy."

Charleston Sinclair: He heads into the bar, bobbing along with Sha-Sha and Christian. The proverbial third wheel who doesn't seem to mind it at all.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He looks over at Jeff, and then shakes the bag. "Oh, then this should help a lot, Keith."

Jeff Brolin: *His pants are brown, and laced up with leather straps along the sides, zig-zagging. His shirt is a button up collared green shirt, the first three buttons opened. His steel-toed boots still the classic.*

Christian Gallagher: And Christian certainly doesn't mind Charlie coming along. He smiles to Charlie and Sha-Sha before looking around. "So...I warn you, I'm not as good a singer as I am a spinner..."

Keith Newcomb: Plopping down at a table. "Alright, man," he says to Nathaniel. "I'll bite. What's in the bag?"

Jeff Brolin: *He arches an eyebrow at the bag shaking. Maybe he looks a BIT apprehensive. A bit. He digs into his pocket and shoves a cigarette into his mouth. Camels. Unfiltered. He reaches into his other pocket and pulls out a neon green lighter that declares his love for New York. He moves as close to the small stage as possible, flopping down at a small round table. He's claimed it.*

Charleston Sinclair: "And I'm just a drummer." He laughs a little, bouncing along with them.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He plops down into a chair as well, shaking the bag. A metalic rattling can be heard. "Well, it's my turn with Jeff, right? Got a few toys in here special, just for him."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He notices Jeff light the cigarette and gets a mischevious, amused look in his eye. "Enjoy that one, it's a freebie, any other ones, ya gotta ask first."

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back over to Nate. An eyebrow arched.*

Keith Newcomb: He laughs, giving Nathaniel a clap on the shoulder. "Sweet!" He stands up, meandering over to put his name on the list...to sing? Yep!

Jeff Brolin: *He wrinkles his nose, and snorts.* My cigarettes, mate.

Christian Gallagher: d10: Per+Alert: 9,5,1,9,6,6,

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She laughs.* You do well enough. *She hugs the men and lets go of both of them.* You guys want something to drink? *Looking like she plans to buy the drinks after she goes to put their names in.*

Keith Newcomb: Jeff: Sitting back down. "And he's your master, what's your point?" Smirks.

Christian Gallagher: He looks up and sees Jeff, Keith, and company, and lips press together. Just for a moment, though, before they relax, and he moves to find his party a table near the stage.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He snorts back at Jeff, "Yeah, but you agreed... first Keith got ya, then me. It's my turn, and we'll start in..." Looks at his watch, "...however long it takes for Keith to tell me what he did to our slave for his turn. Wouldn't want to bore ya by repeatin' stuff."

Jeff Brolin: *He sighs.* Fuck, *he snaps, and inhales on the cigarette.*

Charleston Sinclair: d10: per+alert: 9,3,4,8,

Nathaniel Dikastis: d10: Perc/Alert: 1,1,7,4,2,

Charleston Sinclair: He spots Jeff and smiles, waving all friendly like before he follows along with Christian and flops at the table.

Jeff Brolin: *His eyes widen slightly, and he looks back to Nate.* Uhh... seriously? In public? *Modesty? THAT'S weird.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: And he not only doesn't see anyone, he gets something in his eye and starts to cuss. "Fuck, I think that was ashes..."

Jeff Brolin: *He raises a hand to Charlie.* Oi!

Keith Newcomb: Nathaniel: A faint smile, a glance at Jeff. "I guarantee you won't repeat it, Nathaniel." And says nothing more.

Christian Gallagher: ((Only a botch if you get ones and no successes. *S* That was just a failure.))

Nathaniel Dikastis: He just blinks though, until it gets out, wiping at it would mess the khol liner up. He nods a bit to Jeff, "Yep, public for contest, public for prize."

Nathaniel Dikastis: (oops, oh well, he could still get a little something in his eye, no biggie)

Keith Newcomb: He looks over at whomever Jeff is waving at. "You know that cat? Saw him with Sha a few days ago." He waves to that trio as well.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He smirks at Keith, "You promised to tell me, dude... apron fit or not?"

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): d10: per alert: 8,2,5,6,

Charleston Sinclair: He stretches out with a sprawl. "It's not a bad place, though."

Jeff Brolin: Yeah. Know the guy from... a while back, I think. Huh. *He frowns slightly, as if pondering.* Didn't know he was with Sha's boy.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He notices Jeff wave, and looks over at the group. "Hey, it's DJ dude with Sha."

Keith Newcomb: Nathaniel: He grins. "Let's just say it was...very Roman."

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She waves back at Keith, Jeff and Nate, smiling, still waiting to hear if her companions want something to drink*

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back to Nate. And he scowls.* Oi.

Keith Newcomb: "She was a mess a few nights ago, thought they had broken up." Taps out a Camel from his hard pack, lights up.

Charleston Sinclair: [Charlie has Fame 3 just in case no one knows. Anyone need a DD?]

Nathaniel Dikastis: He chuckles, then shakes the bag again, opening it for Keith to take a peek inside, but not Jeff... yet.

Nathaniel Dikastis: "I ain't seen her in a while, didn't know they were even really an item past the club."

Christian Gallagher: "No, thanks, Sha-Sha," he says to her with a smile. "I'm okay for now...might get something in a bit."

Charleston Sinclair: "Water! With a twist of lemon, please, Sha-Sha."

Keith Newcomb: He looks in the bag and smirks darkly, giving Nathaniel a nod. "It should be something he *wouldn't* like, but you get points for creativity."

Jeff Brolin: *He thrums his fingertips on the bar, foot tapping to the horrific song.* Oi... put m'name in. Seriously, I'll do whatever.

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She nods at both guys with a smile and first heads to put in all three of their names then goes to the bar to order a water with a lemon twist and a vanilla coke.*

Jeff Brolin: *He leans over the table, and frowns.* Oi.

Keith Newcomb: He's called up to the stage after the Country guy leaves, and he rests his ciggy on the ashtray, taking to the stage.

Jeff Brolin: ((Tonight's drinking game... take a drink every time Jeff says "Oi."))

Keith Newcomb: After scribbling in Jeff's name.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He pouts, "He'de like this? Well shit... the night is still young though." He digs in the bag, takes out a few items and slips them into his pockets. A brief glimpse of what looks like short lightweight chains, and a long piece of leather. He tosses the bag to Jeff. "You might want to go to the bathroom to finish your wardrobe."

Keith Newcomb: AC/DC's Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap bursts out of the speakers, and Keith takes the mic.

Jeff Brolin: *He takes the bag, and finally takes a look.*

Keith Newcomb: d10: singing (WP): 5,4,7,2,4,3,3,

Keith Newcomb: He puts forth a decent effort, showing more animation on stage than he usually does. He can't quite do Bon Scott's vocals, or Brian Johnson's for that matter, but he does a decent strut and makes the lyrics...believable.

Christian Gallagher: He leans back and watches Keith, listening a little bit. He is intrigued to see how good of a singer he is.

Charleston Sinclair: He settles back, bobbing his head along with the rhythm of the song. No comments, though.

Keith Newcomb: "You got a lady and you want her gone, but you ain't got the guts! She keeps nagging at you night and day, enough to drive you nuts! Pick up the phone, leave her alone, it's time you made a stand! For a fee, I'm happy to be...your backdoor man! WOO! Dirty deeds...DONE DIRT CHEAP!"

Christian Gallagher: He nods slightly...could be worse. Definitely not bad for a karaoke night, at least. Charlie gets a glance across the table and a grin. "Glad you came out with us, man."

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *And she comes back to the guys after paying for the drinks, smiling as she hands over Charlie's.* Your water, mssr. *She sits down in a chair between the guys, facing the stage.*

Jeff Brolin: *He arches an eyebrow. And sighs.* Son of a bitch, *he mutters.* So I don't need t'come out in just this, yeah? *He smirks faintly.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He thumbs up Keith, perfect timing as Jeff inspects the contents of the bag.

Charleston Sinclair: "I need to get out more." He chuckles, combing his fingers through his mussed hair. "But that's a given. Thanks, Sha." He picks up his water and takes a sip.

Keith Newcomb: He actually grins out at the audience and plays to them a bit, and it's not a terrible job. He gets back to the table after he's done.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He grins at Jeff. "You could, but you'de probably get arrested. No, I think you can come out with them concealed... for the moment."

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She smiles and gives Keith some minor applause when he's done, sipping her drink.* Mmm, nice to just get out and have fun...

Jeff Brolin: *He shrugs, and goes to the bathroom, bag in hand. Hopefully he doesn't miss the calling of his name. He leaves the cigarette behind.*

Christian Gallagher: He gives a light applause when Keith finishes, and looks over to Sha with a warm smile and a nod. "It is nice to just get out," he agrees.

Keith Newcomb: He sits back in his chair, taking a long drag off his cigarette and grinning over at Nathaniel. "You gotta work to keep him in line, just so you know."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He claps at Keith, and nods, "I plan on it. What ya think about makin' him take the stage? See if he can sing as well as dance?"

Keith Newcomb: He summons over a waiter, ordering a Guinness. The thought of Kae crosses his mind, a faint scowl covering his features.

Keith Newcomb: "His name's on the list." He nods to Nathaniel. "I wrote it down."

Nathaniel Dikastis: (oops, missed a post while in ICQ, sorry - blame it on meds :P Alter last part of that post) "Damn, guess he is doin' it, without me sayin' anythin'."

Paige Nightsong: A karoke bar. Wow. Just up her alley. She heads on inside, looking for a way to let lose from school. She's got on a blue crop top and low rider jeans with a belt and silver buckle with the Lone Star state on it, cowboy boots and a black stetson with feathers running off the back of the rim. Under it, her hair is braided down both sides tied off with feathers two.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He laughs then, and nods, "Then he better hurry... I hope he gets a song that makes him have to wiggle his hips."

Keith Newcomb: d10: p/a: 5,9,9,3,3,

Keith Newcomb: He smiles seeing Paige silhouetted in the doorway as she walks in. A dark grey smoke rises into the air as he watches her.

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): So have you guy decided what you want to sing? *She grins at Christian and Charlie.*

Jeff Brolin: *He comes back out. With a spiky dog collar on as well as his clothing. Though with him he almost makes it look stylish. He smirks faintly, and then walks back to the table.*

Charleston Sinclair: "How are you feeling tonight, Sha?" He hasn't gotten to talk to her since the other night.

Keith Newcomb: Nathaniel: "Shoulda got something with remote control." Wicked smirk.

Charleston Sinclair: "I haven't decided anything." He shifts a little, slightly uncomfortable for the moment.

Paige Nightsong: She looks around the place, letting her eyes adjust, glancing to the stage and taking it all in. Ahhhh memories.

Christian Gallagher: "Off the top of my head?" He grins a little bit. "Yeah, I got a few ideas, actually."

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Oh.. one of those shock collars... the night is still young." He looks areound to see who Keith smiles at, then grins wide, waving at Paige.

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): Alright...*She smiles softly at Charlie and nods.* I've been trying to remember the good times, you know?

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She tilts her head at Charlie.* You okay?

Keith Newcomb: "No. Not a collar." Laughs. Jeff: "Your name's on the list, you should be called soon. Ya want something to drink, man?"

Paige Nightsong: The waving catches her eyes and as she moves in closer she sees whose arm it belongs to and grins more seeing Nathaniel.

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): ((I think Jeff's name made it in before our Trio here *G*))

Nathaniel Dikastis: He points to the stage as Jeff returns, "Your turn on stage.. pick somethin' 'n dance a bit for us... make sure you wiggle your hips alot."

Charleston Sinclair: "Yeah, I'm fine, just not a real good singer is all." He grins and leans to nudge her with his shoulder. "Don't wanna hurt your ears."

Jeff Brolin: *His eyes widen slightly.* Thought 'e was gonna pick somethin' for me.

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She laughs* But I already put your name it...*She ducks her head*

Nathaniel Dikastis: "A cattle prod? Don't know where to get one, unless that sex shop downtown has 'em." He looks at Jeff, then to Keith. "How about... 'Macho Man'?" He chuckles, sounding like he is joking.

Charleston Sinclair: "What song did you pick for me, if any?"

Keith Newcomb: "I picked something for him already." Smiles.

Paige Nightsong: She moves in and gives Nathaniel a one armed hug and grins to Keith. "Hey ya'll. Didn't 'pect to see ya'll here."

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She shakes her head* I didn't pick, just put your name in...

Christian Gallagher: "Ahh, you'll be fine, Charlie." He looks over his shoulder and glances at Paige as she approaches the other trio's table, then looks back to his roommate. "Can't be much worse then the country guy who was up before Keith..."

Jeff Brolin: Please. I already have one, *he says with a snort. And a smirk touches his lips, as he grabs his cigarette, and goes up onstage, waiting for the music to start.*

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She watches as Jeff takes the stage, sipping her coke again.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He winks at Keith.

Paige Nightsong -> Christian Gallagher: ((btw....I'll torture again....animal magnetism baby :) ))

Charleston Sinclair: "Damn." He laughs, shaking his head with a soft smile.

Christian Gallagher -> Paige Nightsong: ((Oh, dear. *S*))

Nathaniel Dikastis: He returns the hug to Paige, pulling out a chair, "Take a sit down, unless you want to get your name on the list first? Was just fixin' to order drinks while we listen to our little slave for the night sing."

Keith Newcomb: Chuckles, taking his beer as it arrives, and watching the stage. "This is gonna be fun."

Nathaniel Dikastis: And since it was the same cigarette, Nathaniel can't complain yet.

Paige Nightsong: "List? To sing?" she looks excited about that. "I'll go....where do I sign?" She does take a sit thoughbut on Nathaniel's lap, wrapping an arm around his neck.

Keith Newcomb: "Hey, Paige." He smiles to her, looking her over. "You look very nice tonight. You have some serious style."

Jeff Brolin: *He laughs.* Ohh, I fucking HATE you, *he says, in almost a pleasant manner, as he takes a drag off of his cigarette. Damn Rod Stewart, full speed ahead.*

Keith Newcomb: He points out the list to Paige. "Right up there."

Jeff Brolin: d10: Cha+Perf: 5,4,4,2,10,5,

Keith Newcomb: He laugh-snorts at Jeff, flicking his lighter in the air at him.

Jeff Brolin: d10: Reroll ten: 9,

Nathaniel Dikastis: He hugs her against him, and points to the stage, then he does a true belly laugh as he hears Jeff. "Oh, wish you had your camera now!"

Paige Nightsong: "I get to pick my song?" Glancing to where Keith points. "And thanks. I love shoppin' in Dallas."
   
Jeff Brolin: *He keeps his voice in key, but true to ANY Rod Stewart song, those high notes crack like hell. And yes, he does move to it, but seems a bit stiff. Not in THAT way. Sheesh. It IS the day after Beltaine.*

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She giggles at Keith's lighter in the air, then shrugs at Charlie.* I didn't know what songs you know and figured it was safer to let you choose.

Jeff Brolin: She sits alone waiting for suggestions He’s so nervous avoiding all the questions His lips are dry, her heart is gently pounding Don’t you just know exactly what they’re thinking If you want my body and you think I’m sexy Come on sugar let me know. If you really need me just reach out and touch me Come on honey tell me so Tell me so baby

Christian Gallagher: Something about Paige makes him turn back over, to give her a second glance...he blinks a couple times, and then looks away, back to the stage.

Keith Newcomb: "Dallas is a hell of a city," he agrees, but is enjoying watching Jeff.

Jeff Brolin: *He smirks, and well... looks veritably amused.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He leans abit closer to Keith, "Shoulda made him do the Revoltin' Cocks version of it!"

Charleston Sinclair: "What should I sing?" He chews on his bottom lip in thought.

Keith Newcomb: Nathaniel: "I really thought about it, but they didn't have it." ((I LOVE that version! Got it on disc. *G*))

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She tilts her head at Christian's double take, curious*

Paige Nightsong: She smiles catching Christian's look and gives him a friendly wave. "Oh it's my town..." she tells Keith, glancing back tot he stage.

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *And her cheeks tinge pink at the song.*

Jeff Brolin: *And his accent slips when singing too. Too brutal to be British, that Aussie. He finally clops off the stage, as the music fades.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: (give me a buck so I can buy a rubber...LOL) He claps as Jeff sings. Keith> "Figures."

Keith Newcomb: He applauds. "Trouble moving, bud?" Laughs.

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *And almost immediately afterward, Sha's called and she heads up to the stage.*

Jeff Brolin: *He smirks to Keith.* I still look fuckin' good, mate. Just a different dance, yeah?

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): d10: Singin (WP): 2,5,9,8,6,8,

Nathaniel Dikastis: "He needs to move a lot, maybe make him bounce a bit on these nice hard chairs."

Keith Newcomb: "Ah, hell, you look great." Chuckles. "I thought about Dancing Queen, but figured you wouldn't do it. This is more your type anyway."

Christian Gallagher: ((Sorry, guys, the damn Wyrmbox is freezing up on me))

Jeff Brolin: *He sits down, slowly.* Ahh, piss off. *He looks up to the stage, to watch Sha Sha sing. And again, that grin appears on his face.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: (My pages have been coming up very slowly)

Keith Newcomb: He suddenly stares at the stage, a deep longing sigh at the singer his band totally lost.

Paige Nightsong: She leans in to whisper to Nathaniel.

Christian Gallagher: ((Naah, Acrobat did it to me.)) He applauds as Sha-Sha heads to the stage, watching her with a smile.

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Piss off? Is that any way to talk to me? Bad doggie...." He takes the length of leather from his pocket, folds it in his hand and slaps it across his palm. It's a leather dog leash that matches the collar.

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *Why is it, it's always Janis Joplin she's singing when she really hits it? Me and Bobby Mcgee comes out through the mic and through the stereo. She moves with the beat, just really letting loose with it. Totally relaxed and in her zone.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He leans in then to listen to Paige, eyes also watching Sha as she moves to the stage.

Jeff Brolin: *He almost doesn't notice the leather. Almost. Sha is just entrancing.*

Keith Newcomb: "Gawwwwwwd," he groans, sliding down his chair. "Give me a fuckin' woody, she's doing Joplin..."

Nathaniel Dikastis: A wicked, mischevious looking grin as he whispers back to Paige.

Jeff Brolin: *His foot taps, and perhaps he rocks in the chair just a bit. Only AFTER the music ends does he wince.*

Christian Gallagher: He looks over at Keith a moment...but it's very brief, before he looks back to the stage. Nodding with a smile as she definately does the song justice.

Charleston Sinclair: He's entranced by Sha too, amazed by her as he always is.

Paige Nightsong: Paige giggles and kisses his ear. "Down boy," she says very quietly.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He listens to Sha then, chuckling at Keith, "Roll your tongue in, dude."

Jeff Brolin: *He stands up, a bit slowly, but does, to applaud her noisily. Even whistling with two fingers in his mouth.*

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She bounces off the stage after the song, glowing joyfully as she heads back to the table with Christian and Charlie. She leans down to kiss Christian happily, murmuring* You're next. *Before they even call his name.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Yes, Ma-am," He tries to drawl it out like she speaks, but he just doesn't have the accent for it, but sounds cute anyway.

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She laughs and waves at Jeff at the whistle, pausing to give a gracious curtsey.*

Keith Newcomb: He looks over at Paige and Nathaniel, mournfully. "I met a chick I was into, I tell you that? Fuckin' beautiful redhead, serious body. And then that goddamn Aerin comes and steals her away from me! Do you two *have* to make goo goo eyes at each other while I'm having a dry spell?!"

Keith Newcomb: He applauds noisily for Sha.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He reaches over to Jeff, and jerks at his pants, hoping to make him fall back to sit harder in the chair, since his attention is on Sha.

Jeff Brolin: *He grins to her, and then flops back down into the chair. Too quickly, it seems. A look back to Nate.* So, you singin'?

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Aerin?! But I thought he was with..." He blinks, then shrugs, and chuckles, "Hell we're just playin'. Anythin' else 'n believe me, I would be swiss cheese, 'n I'm too cute to be sliced up."

Paige Nightsong: She smirks at Keith. "He ain't my guy...." she laughs and hops off Nathaniel's lap and moves to Keith's. She does applaud for Sha.

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Me? Ya gotta be kiddin'? I'de probably sound like I got to frogs goin' at it in my throat."

Keith Newcomb: Nathaniel: "Yeah," he snorts. "He's with that little blond with the big eyes. That door swings both ways. No matter, I was wining and dining her, and he just snags her right up, the bastard."

Nathaniel Dikastis: (last post to Jeff)

Keith Newcomb: Ah, now he feels better. A grin as he wraps an arm loosely around Paige's middle, offering her up a beer.

Jeff Brolin: S'the point, mate, *he says, and he squirms a bit in his seat. He grunts.* Can I get a drink?

Nathaniel Dikastis: "That don't sound like him, he ain't usually an asshole. Granted I don't really know him that good, but damn, didn't figure him for a women stealer."

Charleston Sinclair: "You did great, Sha." He stands to wrap his arms around her for a quick hug.

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She grins and hugs Charlie back happily.* Thanks...

Nathaniel Dikastis: He grins to Jeff, "Since you asked so sweet, certainly, pet. But... ya have to bounce once to show me how much ya really want it."

Paige Nightsong: She smiles and takes the beer, clinking hers to the bottom of Keith's. "Thank ya, babe."

Keith Newcomb: "She was already into him, just waiting for him to say the word, I guess. Stringing me along. Ah, hell, I'll just stay loose and single."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He calls across the room to Sha, "Good job, hun!"

Jeff Brolin: *He grumbles, and arches an eyebrow. He actually takes a look around. Modest, again? He sighs.* Sonofabitch, *he grumbles, and ... well... does so.*

Keith Newcomb: He winks at Paige, running a strong hand lightly over her back.

Christian Gallagher: "Oh?" He blinks and smiles, rising from his seat, and makes his way up to the stage. A brief conversation is had with the DJ, before he moves to the stage and takes the mic. The opening chords of "Bittersweet Symphony" by the Verve Pipe begin.

Charleston Sinclair: "You're welcome." A gentle squeeze before he settles down on his chair and relaxes, trying to figure out what song he should do.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He grows a little thoughful at Keith's remarks, and doesn't respond, just reaches over to take his beer.

Christian Gallagher: d10: Singing: 10,10,3,1,6,6,10,4,

Keith Newcomb: He takes a swig of guinness with his free hand, smirking over at Jeff.

Christian Gallagher: d10: Specialty: Music: 6,2,1,

Nathaniel Dikastis: He chuckles at Jeff, knowing what he is feeling about now. "That's excellent, pet, go get your drink now." Knowing walking will now be even a bit more difficult. He is having entirely too much fun at the moment.

Christian Gallagher: ((THAT was a waste of a specialty roll... *S*))

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She laughs again and waves at Nate* Thanks! Now you gotta sing too!

Keith Newcomb: Quirks a brow, looking to the stage again. Guy has some pipes.

Jeff Brolin: *Whoa. Shit. His eyes near glaze over at the stage, again.* Shit, *he mutters.* No wonder she never slept with me.

Nathaniel Dikastis: (WHOA! Dammit, dicewhore! :P)

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She looks up at the stage as Christian starts to sing, resting her chin on her hands, adoringly.*

Charleston Sinclair: He looks amazed at Christian, his eyebrows raising. He's never heard him sing like that before.

Jeff Brolin: *He maybe doesn't notice.* Huh? *He slowly stands up.* Yeah. *Damned music providing an anathema. He moves to the bar effortlessly, but he keeps watching the stage.*

Keith Newcomb: Jeff: "I didn't know he was that good. Wonder if HE would join our band?"

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): ((*ROTFLMAO@Jeff*))

Nathaniel Dikastis: He even has to stop in mid drink and listen to Christian. Man, the dude can spin AND sing!

Keith Newcomb: ((post that before JEff leaves))

Nathaniel Dikastis: He shakes his head at Sha, looking at Christian on the stage then, "I sing now, this place would rip me into shreds!"

Paige Nightsong: She's very impressed to, listening as she takes her hat off and slips it on the table before resting her head on Keith's shoulder.

Jeff Brolin: *He shakes his head to Keith's comment.* Naw, he hates me. *And he finally moves to the bar.* Cowboy cocksucker. *He waits for said drink, and then moves back to the table.*

Christian Gallagher: ((*G* I never realized I set him up to be as good of a singer as I did.)) "Well I never pray, but tonight I'm on my knees yeah...
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now
But the airways are clean and there's nobody singing to me now..."

The man, much like his spinning, gets completely into the song, giving it all in terms of his heart, and certainly his voice. It helps that the song is right in his octave, and while he doesn't have the cool Brit-rock vibe, he does make it his own, pouring out into the mike. He's not showy, he's just...good.

Keith Newcomb: He tightens his hold a bit around Paige's waist, tilting his head so she can have a comfortable pillow.

Keith Newcomb: ((Yeah Rav, sorta like me finding out that Keith can *dance*. ~lol~))

Charleston Sinclair: "I hope I can do that well." He chuckles.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He listens to the song, almost spell bound like the others, but does chuckle when Jeff returns to the table. "You make that sound like you wish he didn't..."

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She sighs a little, not responding to Nate this time as she just watches Christian, utterly enthralled by him. Even the bittersweet tone to the song doesn't diminish the smile on her lips.*

Keith Newcomb: He shakes his head, watching Christian with regret. "Still might be worth a shot," he says as Jeff comes back. "Unless you can't stand him either. He's a bit of a priss, I know."

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She laughs at Charlie.* Well, you're up after him...

Christian Gallagher: When the song finishes up, he's quiet for a moment...then he sets the mic back in the stand and gives a little smile, heading off the stage.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He leans toward Keith, "Where the HELL have I seen the dude with him? I KNOW I have somewhere, that face is so familiar, but I got a brain fart or somethin', can't place him."

Keith Newcomb: He looks at Charles, then back to Nathaniel with a shrug. "No idea, man. He's a little familiar, yeah. News? He was on the news or something?"

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She's on her feet the moment he stops singing, applauding loudly, whistling. Her eyes dancing as she waits for him to come back to the table so she can give him a big kiss.*

Jeff Brolin: Part of me doesn't. But he fuckin' makes music. He's a SPINNER. For all intensive purposes we should be joined at the proverbial hip.

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Somewhere, but..." He takes another chug of beer, watching Charles now.

Nathaniel Dikastis: "I got chain right here, we can make that a reality, but not sure if he would play along.."

Jeff Brolin: I said proverbial, mate.

Keith Newcomb: ((And I have to go to the parents. I likely won't be back cuz it'll be late. *HUGS*)) He stubs out his cigarette and finishes off his beer, giving Paige's cheek a light peck, reasonably chaste since Nathaniel's right there and will glare at him. "I gotta late night drum lesson. He's paying me extra to come out at this hour. Liam might stop by, if you guys are still gonna be here."

Charleston Sinclair: He stands and clears his throat before shuffling up to the stage, trying to come up with a song.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He applaudes as wildly as the rest. That had to be the best so far, but then he glances to Paige and smiles, betting she will blow them away too.

Keith Newcomb: Whispers to Nathaniel a moment.

Christian Gallagher: He smiles, head ducking a bit at the applause, and moves to Sha-Sha to give her that awaited kiss, arms slipping around her waist.

Nathaniel Dikastis: "We probably will for a while, need our slave here to do a few more things before goin' private."

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): ((*hugs Raven.* Ninight!))

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Big college words, this dumbass don't understand." He winks then at Jeff, teasing, before he leans to Keith, listening.

chum: (up for another??)

Paige Nightsong: She's clapping, sitting up again at the end of the song.

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She giggles and kisses him deeply.* You...were awesome. I'm going to have to start making you sing me to sleep at night...

Jeff Brolin: *He sighs idly, and rubs his forehead.*

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): ((Come on in!))

Nathaniel Dikastis: Something Keith whispers to him makes the blueness of his eyes seem to darken to almost black and he smiles slowly and nods, his eyes moving to Jeff.

Keith Newcomb: He lifts Paige up easily as he stands up, then sets her gently back down in the chair. "See ya."

Paige Nightsong: "I need to giveyou a private show sometime Keith," she tells him. Settling into the chair again.

Charleston Sinclair: He grabs the microphone and starts into a song that may or may not be familiar to people. "Go the Distance" as sung by Michael Bolton. Why? It's uplifting and in true Charlie fashion, it's filled with hope.

Jeff Brolin: ((Of course, Chum!))

Charleston Sinclair: d10: cha+perf (wp): 9,10,7,7,6,6,8,4,

Charleston Sinclair: d10: specialty: 2,

Keith Newcomb: And off he goes.

Charleston Sinclair: [*stares*wtf]

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): ((Holy shit! *L* Charlie blows them both out of the water!))

Christian Gallagher: He smiles a little to Sha-Sha, blushing a bit, and nods. "Maybe I'll do that." He oes to sit down, to listen to...WHOA. Hot Dayum.

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *Mid-kiss her eyes widen and she just STARES at Charlie, jaw dropping*

Nathaniel Dikastis: (*hugs da Raven* Night, talk to ya soon!) He blinks, suddenly recognizing the man as he starts singing. "Shit..."

Jeff Brolin: *Okay. Now he's just frozen. He doesn't even notice anyone else. NO one should dance to Michael Bolton, and if he is told of this later, he will deny EVERYTHING.*

Paige Nightsong: She's not into the spiritually uplifiting songs, but as long as she's been in the biz and listening to other girls sing, she recognizes the underlying talent and watches him in awe.

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): ((Or...after the kiss. *L*))

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *Some one inside was singing like a canary, and he had a hankering for fowl. The Tall man sidles through the door and directs his eyes to the stage, drawn like a moth to a flame*

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): ((*changes color*))

Nathaniel Dikastis: He shakes his head, "I would SO not take that stage, you couldn't pay me money to do it, not after all these people..." He listens, and watches the guy on stage - not only because of the music, but because of words he heard long ago, but can't really say thank you for.

Charleston Sinclair: "But to look beyond the glory is the hardest part For a hero’s strength is measured by his heart Like a shooting star, I will go the distance I will search the world, I will face its’ harms I don’t care how far, I can go the distance Till I find my hero’s welcome, waiting in your arms I will search the world, I will face it’s harms Till I find my hero’s welcome, waiting in your arms" Charlie's feeling it and he's in the moment, totally consumed by the song and singing his heart out.

Christian Gallagher: "He's...holy shit." He says it quietly, staring at the man on-stage. WOW.

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): The only way his voice could possibly hurt my ears is if he stops...*She blinks at the stage, finally moving to sit next to Christian, leaning against him a little. Still stunned.*

Charleston Sinclair: Eventually, the song ends and he inclines his head and takes a bow. "Thanks, everyone." He lifts his head and gives the audience a brilliant smile before setting side the microphone and heading back into the crowd.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He claps ever stronger for Charleston, giving the man a wide smile.

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *He's watching Charles like a cat watching a birdbath, broad hand moving up to adjust his spectacles as his eyes play across the man on stage, watching him as he moves into the crowd. He'd make note of that one. Proffessor Love looks around, clapping loudly* ((anyone need a dd??))

Riona McBrighid: http://www.wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&album=54&pos=41 *pixielike in stature, bright in smiles and blue crystal eyes, in the sea of whats probably mostly black not just hte firey red hair but the white peasant blouse with bright colored green sash about her waist and patchwork gypsy skirt(sandals on her feet) makes her stand out as well, pale cream skin smattered with freckles on the shoulder that shows from the slipping down blouse, hair a mass of messy curls, chaos and copper splendor, a pack and acoustic guitar slung over her shoulder as she sashays with wriggle of belly dancer like hips past the doorway to inside, eyes bright with the laughter her lips smile with as she looks about the room*

Paige Nightsong: She claps after the song is finished. She stands up, stretching and puts her hat back on, actually feeling for a moment that nervousness of being back on the stage. Until she starts to sing and dance.

Charleston Sinclair: He's blushing deeply at all of the attention he's getting. "Um, thanks..thanks everyone."

Charleston Sinclair: [I do!]

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *When he gets back over to the table, she's still there looking stunned but clapping.* You know Charlie, maybe I should get someone to teach me an instrument and have you lead singing. You're just amazing...

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): ((I do too!))

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): ((*Well Hello Professor Lovelots. At 6'3 or so, the broadshouldered redhead is just this side of lanky, lean muscle fillling out a dapper beige turtleneck to a T. Black dress pants sit casually on lean hips, a thin belt cinching them around a narrow waist. His red hair is short, and combed messily, as though the man were simply too busy to be in the latest fashion. Still.. there's something dangerously sexy about him, small glasses on a straight nose, blue eyes startling behind small darkened spectacles. He looks celtic in orgin, pale coloring a hint, if the red hair didn't give him away entirely. In his late 20's to early thirty's .. the scholorly looking sexpot likely has noooo trouble finding scores of willing undergrads to tutor* ((app 4. ench voice))

Nathaniel Dikastis: (me makes it a trio)

Christian Gallagher: He gives a loud, enthusastic applause for Charlie, whistling once. "Jesus Christ, man! And you said you couldn't sing..."

Jeff Brolin: *He smirks to Charlie.* Mate. Fuckin' awesome.

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): ((One of these days my memory will improve. *Sigh* Awareness anyone who has it. Diff 6))

Charleston Sinclair: "I'm a drummer..but, wow, I guess I did do pretty good, didn't I?" He chuckles and runs a hand through his hair. "It's been a great night."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He has even forgotten to be tormenting Jeff as he watches Charles.

Paige Nightsong: She gets her song ready and takes a few breaths, before starting to belt out, the Divinylas, 'I Touch Myself.'

'I love myself I want you to love me When I´m feeling down I want you above me I search myself I want you to find me I forget myself I want you to remind me I don´t want anybody else When I think about you I touch myself' As she gets warmed up, she brings the mic up to her chest her look intent as she sing the words as if each one means exactly what the song means. ((I'll roll next))

Christian Gallagher: "You did more then pretty good...damn." He grins and nods to Charlie, putting a cigarette between his lips as he looks to the stage, to watch Paige go up to sing.

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): If you drum better than you sing, why the hell weren't you in a band before I met you?! Not that I'm complaining but damn Charlie...that was just....*She shakes her head. There aren't words.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: Then his attention turns to Paige, waiting to hear another sensation.

Riona McBrighid: d10: per/alert: 8,8,4,8,9,8,

Paige Nightsong: d10: sing perf ab ap wp: 6,3,6,2,7,4,5,

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): ((*LMAO* Geezus! This place is going to be in the news for drawing future stars of America!))

Jeff Brolin: *Still fucking amazing.* Dammit. Isn't fair, *he grumbles.*

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *He begins to stride towards the table charles moves to, inviting himself over with the lazy grace only confidence lends. The bespectacled hotness clears his throat with a smooth rumble, Paige on stage ignored for the time being as he addresses Charles* mm. I don't usually do this.. But that was .. fantastic.. are you a singer?

Riona McBrighid: *she spies at least one semi familiar face right away, then spies charleston and tilts her head with a grin(hes nearby jeff an co right?), the laughter bubbling up from her as she shimmies her way that direction(after getting her name on the list of course!)*

Paige Nightsong: As she sings t he words "I touch myself," indeed her hands move up to grab her breasts and squeeze, and then one hand runs down her belly and further down, bringing up one finger back as it moves over her crotch. 'I don´t want anybody else Oh no, oh no, oh no You´re the one who makes me happy honey You´re the sun who makes me shine When you´re around I´m always laughing I want to make you mine I close my eyes" And her eyes close, face so full of expression.

Charleston Sinclair: He blinks a few times as his blush deepens. "Um, no, actually, I'm a drummer. I'm Charlie Sinclair." He holds out a hand for a shake. [Fame 3]

Nathaniel Dikastis: (Yeah, no joke! They'll think American Idol is being filmed here, or rehearsed or something in secret!) He grins as Paige starts to sing.

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She blinks and watches James join their table.*

Jeff Brolin: *He IS focusing on the stage for another reason. And a soft groan.* Shit, *he mutters.*

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): ((Nope...Charlie's at a table with Christian and Sha...the others are at a table across the bar pretty much))

Christian Gallagher: His mouth drops open, the cigarette falling into his lap when Paige starts to sing. Staring, just...more gaping, really. His face flushes a little as he watches Paige sing, the performance seeming to have quite an effect on him.

Paige Nightsong: 'And see you before me Think I would die If you were to ignore me A fool could see Just how much I adore you I get down on my knees' She drops down hard to her knees, looking up, begging, almost like she's going to swallow the mic, instead giving a lick close to it.

Nathaniel Dikastis: A quick glance to Jeff, "Too bad about the band, dude, was hopin' you guys could pull back together."

Charleston Sinclair: He's totally enjoying the music in the background, even if the sexual innuendo is passing right by him.

Nathaniel Dikastis: But his mind gets wrapped around Paige then as he watches her more intently, realizing what she had meant earlier. He shifts a bit in his chair, tongue flickering over suddenly dry lips.

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She shrinks a bit, she'd really been trying to ignore what Paige was singing. She looks between Christian and Paige biting her lip. Hard.*

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *Paige's singing gets his attention, blue eyes widening, then narrowing slightly on the.. woman. He turns away after a too long moment, attention on the young man. His huge hand encompasses Charles's a moment and he rumbles in a cultured voice like fine silk* mmm. I've heard of you.. My pleasure Charlie. I'm Professor James Love.

Jeff Brolin: We're still together. Might have a singer soon.

Paige Nightsong: Getting back to her feet, she finishes the song, for a moment letting the mic almost brush between her breasts, and another hand moving across her body, up and down. 'I´d do anything for you I don´t want anybody else When I think about you I touch myself I don´t want anybody else Oh no, oh no, oh no I want you' As she finishes the song, she closes her eyes, and lips her lips in a very very lacivious way, letting the last strains fade.

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *A reddish eyebrow skates up his forhead as he's drawn back to paige, remarking casually* enthusiastic.. isn't she?

Charleston Sinclair: He shakes his hand warmly enough, a bright grin on his lips. "It's nice to meet you, Professor Love."

Riona McBrighid: (k, heading towards jeffs table then*G*) *she looks up to the stage before making it to the table and grins, shaking her head*

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Oh hell... the way she performs... almost make gettin' sliced up worth it..."

Charleston Sinclair: "Yeah, and that counts more sometimes than talent." Cheery smile, of course.

Christian Gallagher: He takes a deep breath, a hand coming up to run through his hair. He couldn't really look away if he wanted to...and with the conflicted look between hesitannce and 'Wowza!' on his face, he might just want to. Maybe.

Jeff Brolin: S'not fair, *he says with a snort to Nate.*

Paige Nightsong: And of course, this is the rated version of the song she gave to Jeff, Keith (and maybe Nate) when she went home for drinks and porn with them one night. Except she kept her clothes on

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She looks over at Charlie rather like he just slapped her, one last glance at Christian and she gets up and just heads for the door wordlessly.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He does come down to earth abit then, his comment and the end of the song letting his brain at least function again. He almost stands to clap, but then doesn't, actually dropping his head for a moment to grin like a madman about... something.

Paige Nightsong: Finished with the song, and before she puts the mic back she grins and blows a kiss to Jeff and Nathaniel. "That was for you babes."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He looks over suddenly to Jeff, then with a flash of insight realizes something, and cracks up laughing. "Ya feelin' okay there, dude? 'N who said life was fair?"

Charleston Sinclair: Sha's getting up makes him blink a few times and he shoots Christian a confused look.

Christian Gallagher: He swallows hard and leans back when Paige is done, shaking his head. "I, uh...think I'll get that drink now." His head ducks, reaching up to scrath at the back of his neck. "Anyone...uh, want anything?"

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *A rumble in his chest, that bubbles forth into a low chuckle. He loved it when they called him proffessor love. Oh, how he amused himself. He nods, eyes across Charles a moment as the broad redhead nods* Often. *Blue eyes follow Sha-Sha, almost.. concerned* One moment.. mmm? You seem to have lost a table mate.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He makes as if to grab the kiss from the air, and sends one back to her, muttering, "Oh, I wish..."

Christian Gallagher: And then Sha gets up and goes to leave. He blinks, and sighs, rising to his feet suddenly and following behind. "Sha..."

Jeff Brolin: *He gulps his drink, then. A pause, and he looks down, and back up to Nate.* Another?

Charleston Sinclair: "I think Christian's got it covered. Do you think I said something wrong?" He looks really concerned.

Riona McBrighid: *taking the last few steps towards jeff, she crouches down carefully next to him and looks up at him with smiling crystal blue eyes and brightly smiling lips, mindful of course of her guitar, voice warm and heavy with irish accent* oi, 'lo thair darlin , fancy seein ye hair an such..*playful fingers tickling gently under his chin for a moment*

Paige Nightsong: She moves back to the table and pushes her hat back on her head, and plops down on Nathaniel's lap. "Warned ya," as she looks down to his lap.

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She shakes her head still biting her lip hard, her eyes shut tightly trying to keep back the tears. Dodging people but not very well, as she keeps going for the door.*

Christian Gallagher: He's moving pretty damn quickly, as he tries to catch up with her...though he's obviously more then a bit uncomfortable, now that the song is over. Enjoy the moment (mostly), HATE the aftereffect.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He nods to Jeff, eyes still on Paige for the moment, "Make it two... maybe for each of us."

Jeff Brolin: *He near whimpers at the contact, though.* Oi, Ri, *he offers.*

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): You may well have, Charlie. However, in all my studies I've yet to figure out the female mind. So who truly knows. mmm? *Oh and he's tried. sometimes you need to actually take it out and have a look at it.. A clearing of his throat before he rumbles silkily* May I sit down?

Jeff Brolin: *He breathes slowly.* Sure. What d'you want?

Nathaniel Dikastis: Oh, and the misery when she drops down into his lap. He winces abit, but still seems eh.. happy to have her there, at least certain parts of him seem that way. "Yeah, yeah, ya did at that, hun." He chuckles, "You did wicked good!"

Charleston Sinclair: "Sure, the more the merrier, right?" He smiles faintly and takes a sip of his neglected water.

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *Christian catches her pretty easily, she's not moving as fast as she could be with her eyes closed.*

Paige Nightsong: "Oh yes, had to hose the guys down at the Ugly when I did that routine too," she grins to Nathaniel. "I miss being a Coyote."

Christian Gallagher: "Sha-Sha, hon...wait a moment, please!" He dodges around someone, staggering a bit as he nearly falls over, and reaches for her shoulder.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He seems to hear Jeff from a distance, and turns his head towards him slowly, "Beer'll do, any type." He grins back at Paige then.

Jeff Brolin: I think y'made Sha uncomfy, though, *he says idly to Paige.* She doesn't seem t'be up for that... sexy stuff.

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *And the handsome proffessor slides his toned bulk into a chair beside charlie, seemingly having none of the distractions of Nathaniel to hinder him. A grade A dazzling white smile to the others at the table as he introduces himself* Hello.

Riona McBrighid: s'mattair darlin?*standing to give a good rub or two or more to jeffs shoulders, chuckling* power o' suggestion gettin to ye luvey?

Christian Gallagher: He catches up to her and slips around to face her, a hand coming to rest on each shoulder. "Hon...talk to me." His tone is a bit subdued, regretful, as if he knows he fucked up, as accidental as it is.

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She stops when he grabs her, but doesn't turn around, her head lowered, her hair obscuring what little he might have been able to see if her face.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He finally notices Riona and blinks, chuckling then, figuring they know each other, "Oh, he's got some help in that department." He winks mischeviously at Jeff. (Gawds, might have to step away from screen for a few minutes)

Paige Nightsong: "I kept my clothes on....geeesh," she giggles a little. "I've seen that alot when I used to be at a bar. Gotta trust your guy and girl and not get so uptight. It's just a fucking song. In the end, they go home with each other and that's what's important."

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She shakes her head again, still biting her lip but she doesn't pull away, in fact, she leans forward slightly her head bumping into his chest, lightly.*

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *Perfect. no one else at the table. He turns his attention to the canary er... charlie. * This seems rather.. *a gesture to the stage with a broad white hand* odd, for a drummer. All things considered. Do you sing often?

Charleston Sinclair: "Sometimes in the shower, but I prefer drumming." He taps his fingers ont the table and gives Professor Love a friendly smile, moving a little so he can have more of his personal bubble.

Christian Gallagher: He sighs and slips his arms around her, pulling her close to hug her tightly and murmuring softly.

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Yeah, that's true," He hugs Paige, but is glad his sweater hangs do low as he slips around, to let her sit down in his chair instead of his lap. "I really gotta go... be right back." (And so will player, but meds got my eyes funny looking at screen. BBS)

Jeff Brolin: *He gets up slowly, and then clops on over to the bar. He looks back to Charlie, and frowns. A look over to the Prof as well. He clears his throat.* Two pints of Killians.

Riona McBrighid: *looking to nathaniel she winks and grins even more* 'lo thair darlin...Riona...RiRi er Ri is foine...*taking one hand from jeffs shoulder and holding it out to nathaniel, even if he does have a paige on his lap, glancing to paige then with a bright smile* ye saing wondairfullike up thair ye did

Nathaniel Dikastis: (dropping nick for moment, so none of ya drop)

Christian Gallagher -> Sha-Sha (Karaoke): "I'm sorry, hon. I didn't mean...I'm sorry. Trust me, that's not something I would want. You know that."

Nathaniel Dikastis: (Or adjust to have him shake Riona's hand, then leave the table) "Nathaniel Dikastis, pleasure meetin' ya, Ri."

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): Pity. You're quite good. But then one's passion is one's passion. mmm?? *a deep chuckle, as the proffessor idly pushes his dark spectacles further up his nose.* I'll admit this is my first time in a bar like this.. I prefer my studies.

Jeff Brolin: *And when he gets back with the beers, looking back to the bar, perhaps worriedly. He looks back to the table, and snorts.* Asshole fuckin' left?

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She listens to the murmur, finally letting go of her lip to reply.*

Riona McBrighid: *hrmphing as nathaniel heads off, and jeff as well, lips pursing only for a few moments, she slips the guitar off her shoulders and makes herself at home in jeff's seat for the moment, tilting her head as if thinking about something*

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): d10: per alert: 5,8,3,2,5,

Paige Nightsong: She does move out of Nathaniel's way when he needs to get up and takes over his warm chair now. Seems she's had that effect on the guys. Looking up she is surprised that a woman is actually complementing her. It doesn't happen that often. "Oh? Ummmm...thank you..." she does look very surprised.

Charleston Sinclair: "What do you study?" He takes another sip of water, smiling still.

Nathaniel Dikastis: And to the bathroom he goes.

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *Nope. He notices nothing Of jeff's glance, concentrating with catlike intensity on Sweet Charlie*

Jeff Brolin: And you took m'seat! *he says accusingly to Riona.*

Riona McBrighid: *looking up to jeff she shrugs* said 'ed be back darlin....*making a gesture offering to move if he wants to sit back down*

Sha-Sha (Karaoke) -> Christian Gallagher: I...I know...just...the way you looked at her, then stared at her, and then Charlie saying that enthusiasm's better than talent...and you were still looking at her and I just...*Her voice trails off with a soft whimper*

Jeff Brolin: *He goes to fetch another chair, and sits down. VERY slowly.*

Riona McBrighid: aye, that I did luvey*chuckling with an impish grin* s'a warm tis....give us a kiss an Ill move me arse fer ye tho

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): mm? *Pale thick fingers brush renegade strands of flamingly red hair from his face and he breaks into a sheepish sort of smile, as though he'd just realized he'd not bothered to elaborate* hmm. Of course. I'm a proffessor of Archaeology. Classical primarily.. I specialize in egyptian, greek, and sumerian artifacts. Terribly dull.

Paige Nightsong: "Hi...I'm Paige," she says to Riona.

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *a huge hand waves it away as unimportant*

Riona McBrighid: bah yair no fun*mock pouting when he gets another chair, chuckling,t hen looking back to paige* yair welcome then

Paige Nightsong: She leans over and grabs her beer from earlier and starts to drink it.

Christian Gallagher -> Sha-Sha (Karaoke): "I know," he says with a soft sigh. He really is very apologetic over it, even as much as it was something he couldn't control. Very uncomfortable, too, at how it made him feel...it's obvious in his stance and the strain in his voice. "I'm sorry. I just...I don't know what to say. I love you. It's not...I don't want that. I really, REALLY don't." He leans forward to kiss her forehead, sighing.

Jeff Brolin: *He smirks.* seriously. Don't worry about it. Sitting on m'own chair is bearable.

Riona McBrighid: 'lo miss paige....Ri as ye haird..*nodding to her, idly strumming a few sweet notes as she tilts her head thoughtfully again*

Christian Gallagher: He whispers back to Sha-Sha, looking very apologetic, and quite uncomfortable to boot. After a few murmured words, he leans forward to kiss her forehead with a sigh.

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She slowly wraps her arms around Christian's waist holding onto him tightly.*

Paige Nightsong: "Nice meeting you Ri," she smiles back to her, then pushes her hat back a little to the front of her head.

Charleston Sinclair: "Actually, that's kind of neat." He grins and nods, taking another sip of water. "I just drum, visit kids in hospitals, do a lot of labwork. Very boring stuff."

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): Labwork? *he inquires, adjusting a handsome silver watch*

Sha-Sha (Karaoke) -> Christian Gallagher: I love you too, Christian. If...if you ever did...I think I would....with you...but...I mean...I know...I mean...*She sighs and trails off, just holding him*

Christian Gallagher: He relaxes just a touch when Sha-Sha hugs him, and his arms slip around her shoulders, hugging her back.

Christian Gallagher -> Sha-Sha (Karaoke): "I know," he says with a slight nod. Something a bit sad there...not for the loss of that aspect of a relationship. Not exactly there. It's more of a resigned tone, as he holds her.

Riona McBrighid: noice te meetche te....*then looking up when she hears her name she grins* s'me...beggin pardon then...*popping up and heading towards the stage*

Charleston Sinclair: "Yeah, I do a lot of research with infectious diseases, primarily AIDS."

Paige Nightsong: She watches and smiles as Riona heads up to the stage, hat pushed back again.

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She nuzzles against his chest then lifts her head enough to lay on his shoulder and kisses his neck very softly.*

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): mmm. A noble cause. Its encouraging to see musicians so socially and politically active. I suppose you know Michelle Morgan mmm?

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back to Paige.* By the way... remembah now. *His accent is slipping.*

Charleston Sinclair: "Only by reputation. I haven't met her officially..yet." He grins. "I hope to one day soon."

Paige Nightsong: She grins as Jeff tells her that. "Good. Would hate for ya to have forgotten," the winks to him.

Jeff Brolin: *He smirks.* Of course right NOW wish I'd forgotten again.

Jeff Brolin: *And he gulps his beer. Quite quickly, really. Peering over at the one that he got for Nate.* Y'gonna drink that? *he offers to Paige.*

Riona McBrighid: d10: cha/perf: 7,8,5,2,8,10,9,4,

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): I as well, but for purely unproffessional reasons.. *He makes s low chuckle from deep within his barrel chest. It resonates between them almost luxuriously* I'm something of an avid fan. Though were you to tell any of my assistants they'd think you'd gone entirely mad. *teeth flash white as he grins*

Jeff Brolin: *What IS it with people who rock tonight?*

Paige Nightsong: She gives Jeff a pout. "Why'd you wish you'd forgotten?" Shakes her head. "Ya kin have it." Handing him the beer. She's till working on her first one...at lesat here.

Christian Gallagher: He smiles a little bit, eyes shutting as he leans into the kiss a bit. "What would you like to do? Go back to the table, or go elsewhere?"

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *and his attention is drawn by the redhaired siren on stage, lips twitching slightly*

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She sighs a little* We shouldn't abandon Charlie...*She says softly.*

Jeff Brolin: *He sighs, and pauses.* Because I... lost the drinkin' contest. Nate's punishin' me, yeah?

Charleston Sinclair: He stares at Riona for a moment, head cocking to the side as he smiles warmly. "She's really good."

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *red hair.. lovely.. good voice.. clearly not shy.. perhaps I could make a matched pair.. Blue eyes harden on Riona as she belts out her song in expert style. He booms intimately to Charles* Lovely... don't you think?

Riona McBrighid: *I put a spell on you is getting belted out....perky and sprightly as she was before, now shes a moody soulful diva belting it out, her face expressing what the words do, with feeling, even laughing and sneering in parts, eyes flashing with what 'could' be evil...if she were*

Paige Nightsong: She smiles looking over to Riona, then back to Jeff. "Oh that's right. I have it on tape."

Christian Gallagher: "True enough..." He nods to her, then looks up on stage where Riona is the latest superstar. It's only a brief look, appreciative of her singing, before he looks back to Sha. "Though it looks as if he's found someone to talk to...we can always just tell him we're taking off. I think he'd understand. It's up to you."

Riona McBrighid: I put a spell on you 'Cause you're mine You better stop the things you do I ain't lyin' No I ain't lyin' You know I can't stand it You're runnin' around You know better daddy I can't stand it cause you put me down Yeah, Yeah I put a spell on you Because you're mine You're mine I love ya I love you I love you I love you anyhow And I don't care if you don't want me I'm yours right now You hear me I put a spell on you Because you're mine

Paige Nightsong: As she continues listening to the song, she grins more, her lips moving to the words of the song, but she doesn't sing it outloud.

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She nods a bit.* I think...I'd like to go.

Charleston Sinclair: "Yeah, she's pretty." He doesn't seem too terribly..interested in that way.

Christian Gallagher: He nods and leans forward to kiss her brow, then pulls away. "I'll go let him know. Be right back, okay?"

Jeff Brolin: *He does smile at the song. Quite a bit, really.*

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *He appears to be sneering in unison with her, blue eyes revealing a predatory hunger that may well simply be his own take on the song. He's with her every verse, handsome scholar watching her with unabashed interest. Nearly a mirror at the moment. what with the red hair and the could be evil glimmer.*

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She nods a bit and moves towards the door when he pulls away, leaning against the wall waiting for Christian.*

Riona McBrighid: *she finishes with a look that clearly shows she feels the music, even if it is just karaoke, the song over, she goes back to grinning, waving to people as she hops off the stage, doing the shimmy thing back to the table, out of breath and eyes so alight* love tha' song oi do oi swair

Jeff Brolin: Shit, *he says with a laugh.* I come t'karaoke t'show off how good I am compared t'everyone else. This sucks.

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *blue eyes track her as she shimmies away, before he leans slowly back in his chair and stretches lazily. eyes on the prize sexy He turns his attention back to Charlie* mm. lovely. Now whom were we talkingg about? *a pause and he answers his own question* Oh yes.. my shameful adoration of Michelle Morgan. mmm?

Christian Gallagher: He makes his way over to the table...James gets a polite, friendly smile, before he looks to Charlie. "Hey, man...Sha isn't feeling well...we're going to get out of here. You cool here?"

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *He looks up at Christian with a glimmer of interest*

Charleston Sinclair: "Yeah, and how I've yet to meet her." He laughs and stretches, taking another sip of water.

Paige Nightsong: She smiles and applaudes for Riona. When she's back at the table she grins. "I totally adore that song."

Charleston Sinclair: He looks at Christian with a warm smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Tell her I'm sorry if I made her feel bad. She looked really upset."

Riona McBrighid: oh Oid give me guitar strings te hair ye sing...bet tis a wondairful thing te hair..*fingers mussing up his hair playfully before she sits again, humming sweetly as she absently strums the guitar once she picks it up*

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back over to Sha, and he grumbles. He stands, and clops on over noisily. Slowly, but noisily.* Oi, *he mutters.* Sorry 'bout that, yeah? I told 'er it was too much, so mebbe she'll tone it down, eh?

Riona McBrighid: *smiling to paige she nods* aye....s'got tha spark o somethin innit ye ken?*winking to paige* love songs loike that.....ones what got inspirations te em...tha certain somethin tha jes....speaks....

Paige Nightsong: "Oh yes. I know what you mean about speaking and inspiration."

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She looks up at Jeff and smiles weakly.* It wasn't just her. It's not your fault, Jeff. But thank you. *She offers to hug him gently.*

Jeff Brolin: *he accepts that hug, but gently.* Sorry, still, *he mutters. But he releases her first.* Don't want your boy to kick my ass.

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *a broad, friendly sort of smile from the tousled scholar up at christian, before Prof. Love, comments to Charlie* You two really shoud consider a meet and greet. She could likely do rather lovely things for your aids campaigning. *then a chuckle* but then... what do I know from show biz.. mm?

Christian Gallagher: "She'll be okay," he says to Charlie with a nod. "More my fault then yours, I think. We're gonna get out of here." He looks to James with a smile. "Sorry, hate to say hi and go. I'm Christian." A hand extended.

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She laughs softly and shakes her head.* He wont. *She looks at his head for a moment, as if trying to see something there, then shakes her head.*

Charleston Sinclair: "See you later, Christian. I'll catch you at home. Take care." He turns to give Sha-Sha a wave and a warm smile. Then, his focus turns to James. "That doesn't sound like a bad idea, Professor."

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She waves back at Charlie.*

Jeff Brolin: He hates my ass, *he says with a snort.* S'clear. But it's all good. You be good.

Riona McBrighid: whats yer favrit then miss paige?*still absently strumming, still with that brilliant contagious smile*

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): * A massive pale hand is extended and surrounds Christian's. Blue eyes meet the other man's and he gives a firm shake* Nice to meet you, if breifly. I'm Professor Love. Now, I see you have an ill woman to tend to, so I won't keep you with introductions and formalities. *Dashing smile on 3.. 1..2...3.. BEAM* Good Evening.

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She shakes her head* No, it's not you. We've been over this Jeff. *She puts a hand on his shoulder with a gentle smile.*

Jeff Brolin: *He sticks out his tongue.* My friends too, *he says with a smirk.* I've gotta go sit down now, though.

Christian Gallagher: He smiles and nods to James. "Good evening, Professor. Catch you later, Charlie." With a nod to them both, he turns to leave.

Paige Nightsong: "Oh that's hard. I have a few favorites. A new favorite is that Rockaby song. Not sure why, but it speaks to me. Oh, and I love 'Black Velvet.' Some Elvis."

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She laughs softly and shakes her head.* No, not your friends...but what you remind him of in his own past. Have a good night...and go up there and try again for me? I know you can do better than I heard earlier.

Charleston Sinclair: He waves to Charlie and then settles back to take another sip of water.

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *He nods once in curt fashion to Charlie* Considering she's something of a political devil, she could only draw attention to the issue, mmm. And there really is nothing more disturbing then diseases of the blood. Its an important issue.. but then.. *a sheepish sort of smile, shades pushed up his narrow nose* I suppose I'm.. what is it.. preaching to the choir?

Riona McBrighid: oooh aye , love them te.....specialy tha 'black velvet'....*she almost gets a dreamy look to her eyes and smile as she strums a few bars of it and sings softly as well*

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): ((Wow! Charlie's waving to himself!))

Riona McBrighid: d10: cha/perf: 6,5,6,2,3,9,6,3,

Jeff Brolin: *He blinks at that, and he scowls.* I've gotten better, *he mutters, and he clops back to the table.*

Paige Nightsong: She smiles singing the song along with Riona, not too loudly but making it sound like a very nice duet.

Jeff Brolin: *The music almost cheers him up. Almost.*

Charleston Sinclair: "Yeah." He doesn't seem at all offended by anything James is saying. He seems more amused than anythiing else. "I've been meaning to talk to her, but I haven't had the chance yet."

Christian Gallagher: He makes his way back to Sha-Sha, regarding Jeff before giving him a calm, reserved smile and a nod on the way. He looks over to the woman and smiles. "Ready?"

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *A chuckle* Here I am rambling on like a schoolboy. You must think me rather a fool of a professor. What is the term.. an educated Idiot? hmmm. fogive me yes?

Riona McBrighid: *she smiles when paige joins her and cant help a soft chuckle behind some of her words, otherwise doing well, smiling to jeff when he comes back* couldna help meself...ye mentioned an jes seems te come out me...*winking to paige now*

Charleston Sinclair: "There's nothing to forgive. You're not a bad guy, just a big fan of Michelle Morgan's." He laughs and shakes his head a little.

Nathaniel Dikastis: (Sorry, a bit better now) He comes back from the bathroom, moving to the table, a glance to the stage and who is up there now.

Paige Nightsong: She grins back to Riona and winks back. "Missed the duet....and well, apparently I'm too wild for this place," she smirks.

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She hugs Jeff again before he wanders off then smiles and nods at Christian, slipping an arm around him.*

Jeff Brolin: *He sits back down. And yes. He drank both beers. One that he got for himself, one that he had gotten for Nate.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He smirks at Jeff. "You're probably about ready to fall over about now, from drinks and... all."

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *James laughs and presses his hand to his mouth in embarrassment, other hand adjusting his shades against the light* Well you have my vice, charlie. Its only fair you reveal to me one of ~your~ embarrassing secrets, so I don't feel at an utter disadvantage. mm? *Blue eyes are vague and laughing*

Jeff Brolin: *He breathes deeply. and then smirks faintly.* I've had worse.

Riona McBrighid: *looking to nate she nods about his missing the duet, still smiling with that warm impish grin though...looking back to jeff now* there anythin I could sing fer ye te see tha smile luvey? tis spring an beltaine an ne toime fer bein upset...

Christian Gallagher: He wraps his arm around Sha-Sha's shoulder and heads to the door, opening it for the woman and holding it for her as they leave.

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): *She leans into Christian as they head out, smiling softly at him as he opens the door for her.*

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back to Riona.* Naw. Music's up here. *He taps his forehead.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Who'de I miss singin' togather?" He chuckles at Jeff,

Paige Nightsong: She smiles hearing the mention of Beltaine with a glance to Riona. She gets back on Nathaniel's lap. "Glad to see ya back."

Paige Nightsong: "Me an' Ri."

Jeff Brolin: *He shrugs.* Ri sang here.

Christian Gallagher: ((Thanks for the scene, guys!))

Nathaniel Dikastis: He grins at Paige as she sits but then play pouts, "Well damn, figures, with my luck."

Charleston Sinclair: "Um..I don't have any really embarassing secrets, actually." He scratches at his head. "I mean, there was the time I tripped and fell flat on my face at this huge dinner my parents took me too, but that's all I've really got."

Jeff Brolin: ((Byeee! Sorry about the... lack of interactivity?))

Nathaniel Dikastis: (*hugs* Thank you!)

Paige Nightsong: ((Thank you too!))

Sha-Sha (Karaoke): ((Hee!))

Riona McBrighid: figures...*giving that warm smile still to jeff when he taps his forehead, then nods over to nate* aye....Id say she an Oi should g'wan up on stage an sing sometin tegethair ifn shed want, but dinnae know what

Christian Gallagher: ((Ahh, it was fun! Might just swap out a PC anyway. *S*))

Nathaniel Dikastis: He looks over at Jeff and winks, "I was gonna get a beer, but can't ask a lady to give up her seat. Give me one, eh?"

Jeff Brolin: She'll prolly sing again. Or I can.

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *Another chuckle as he seems to accept that* Well, then I suppose making a larger arse out of myself will hardly hurt your opinion of me further hmm? I regret I'm better with dead people and civilizations than I am modern ones, do you think they would allow me to sing? *he gestures to the stage*

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): ((yes! pc swap damnit!)

Paige Nightsong: "I think that'd be fun. Never tried it. But I'll try most anything once."

Nathaniel Dikastis: Riona> "What did ya sing?"

Jeff Brolin: *He pauses.* Lemme... go get another. *He slowly gets up, and walks even slower than before. Two beers.*

Stella (Really!): ((PC Swapping is Fun *Innocent look*))

Charleston Sinclair: "Yeah, of course. That's what Karaoke is all about. Go for it, man, I'm sure you'll do real well."

Riona McBrighid: ne'er sang wit someone else meself but aye..wouldn moind tryin..*nodding to paige, she smiles over to nate again and tilts her head* black velvet...s'damn good song tis

Nathaniel Dikastis: (Do we get to pick others' PCs as well, not just our own for the swap? *EG*)

Jeff Brolin: *He walks back to the table with the pints, and sets them down. He sits down. Slowly, and then grabs the half drunk one.*

Jeff Brolin: ((I wanna play Reyna!))

Paige Nightsong: She smiles more. "Would ya wanna sing it now?"

Nathaniel Dikastis: He watches Jeff and chuckles, "We better stop it at that, or you won't be much use as a slave the rest of the night. And I still need something to do that you might actually not like!"

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *A nod* Then We'll see how this goes mmm? *the lanky professor gets up and moves to the empty stage, speaking with the plebian in chaarge of the song rotation*

Nathaniel Dikastis: (I was thinking of Aerin myself. I could REALLY do some stuff that would make his mind spin. He REALLY wouldn't be himself at all :P)

Charleston Sinclair: As for Charlie, he's just going to sit back and take a sip of water. He's not going to chance singing again.

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): ((oh jesus. So. if we're swaping characters.. whos' playing mine? *laughs* we need not an Ammon running Amok))

Jeff Brolin: *He breathes deeply.* No offense, mate, but thank God.

Riona McBrighid: sure, jes need te decide which one though....*nodding to paige*

Ravyn: ((Aerin's busy being Uber-Paranoid around the Silver Fangs. Besides, I need to stoke up some trouble. *Snickers and changes nick*))

Jeff Brolin: ((I'm bringing Smithy back, dammit!))

Nathaniel Dikastis: Paige/Ri> "You ladies help me figure out somethin' else to do to ole Jeff there. I'm out of ideas that can actually be done in public and not get arrested."

Nathaniel Dikastis: (You do that with him too! Keith was just bitching about that earlier! lol) Hearing Jeff he chuckles again, "How about makin' ya offer to the bartender to clean up all his dirty glasses for him?"

Jeff Brolin: *He huffs.* I suck at doin' dishes. I'll drop one.

Michelle Morgan: ((And for the record...I would NEVER let anyone play Reyna. Except maybe you, Fang. *S*)) The door opens, and in she steps, running a hand through her hair to pull her red near-dreadlock-like braids out of her face. She's dressed tonight in a nice, casual outfit...somewhat incognito. That means a white tank-top and a knee-length jean skirt. ((Anyone need a DD?))

Stella (Really!): http://www.geocities.com/kitttieluv/angelic.jpg *A woman of surpassing beauty enters the bar, she'd heard the angellic strains coming in and took a bit to prepare herself before coming inside. Long flaming red hair hangs down to the small of her back in a silken waterfall. Bright hazel eyes take in all of the people there with regal smile. To the fae, her nobility seems just that much more obvious, ears tapering to a delicate point. Her clothes are simple perhaps naggingly familiar to some but hard to place. She walks with an elegant graces as she steps in and surveys like a queen in her kingdom.*

Paige Nightsong: "Well, I'm not the best one to ask. Apparently I push indecency," smirking smuggly.

Jeff Brolin: ((*L* T'anks. She's cute! I would keep her in a small box in my room!))

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back to Paige.* Yeah, let her plan it.

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *the huge redhead takes the mike, smoothing his preppy clothes and looking over his darkened spectacles nervously. He rumbles in that lovely voice* Ahem. My name is Professor Love, and this is my first time in a kaereoke bar, So forgive me if this becomes painful. And with that he clears his throat and begins to sing* Please allow me, to introduce myself.. I'm a man of wealth and taste...

Charleston Sinclair: He settles back to listen to the nice Professor.

Jeff Brolin: *He grins as the Prof starts up the Stones.*

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): d10: cha + perf dif four: 1,4,7,1,9,2,4,

Stella (Really!): d10: per alert: 6,7,4,

Riona McBrighid: *that gets a chuckle and shrug* alright thain...need somethin tha would lend te more'n one singin it aye?*leaning over towards paige to whisper*

Michelle Morgan: She moves to the bar and sits down, smiling to the bartender and ordering a rum and Coke. Her eyes move to the stage, watching James sing...yeah, about what most Karaoke bar singers do.

Nathaniel Dikastis: "No more fun for you! You aren't supposed to enjoy it that much! I might suggest her spankin' ya for that suggestion, or Ri here, but you'de probably like it too much."

Charleston Sinclair: He finishes his water, but decides to wait a little while before getting up to get another. The Professor isn't doing terribly. He grins encouragingly.

Jeff Brolin: *His eyes widen slightly, and he grumbles.* S'not my fault I'm a spirit of sex an' music, *he mutters.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: (to Jeff obviously) He looks to the stage, giving a grin at that particular song.

Stella (Really!): *The smile grows as she notes certain people in the bar. With a sweeping grace she moves over towards the group of Jeff and company.* Good evening.

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *He starts out strong, but falters as the political devil herself walks in the door, song going from full throated and deep, to a hissed sort of whisper, the redheaded proffessor's eyes tracking Michelle*

Riona McBrighid: (*dies of laughter* soooooo perfect song*snickerfitz*) *she hears the song being sung and looks to the stage, eyes bright, smile widening....must be one of those songs she was talking about before that spoke to her*

Charleston Sinclair: d10: per+alert: 5,5,6,9,

Paige Nightsong: She leans in and listens to Riona.

Jeff Brolin: *He blinks as the stranger approaches.*

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): I’ve been around for a long, long year...Stole many a man’s soul and faith..And I was ’round when jesus christ...Had his moment of doubt and pain. *the song becomes more sinister, almost unsettling as the good professor hisses it out in a low rumble. Maybe he doesn't remember how the song goes exactly* Made damn sure that pilate Washed his hands and sealed his fate Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name But what’s puzzling you Is the nature of my game

Charleston Sinclair: He spots the seemingly shiny one joining Jeff, and then notices that something's distracted Professor Love.

Stella (Really!): ((Whoops, for the Fae, yes, she appears to be Sidhe))

Paige Nightsong: She grins a bit as she is listening to both Riona and the prof.

Jeff Brolin: d10: WP: 7,5,8,

Jeff Brolin: *He breathes slowly, and the panic starts to set in. His fingertips curl on the chair, and he mutters to Nate.* Gotta go pee.

Stella (Really!): *She raises a delicate eyebrow at the stage.* Hmm...not really the sort of thing that attracted me to come inside...

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Well, need to chain that spirit down for just a bit, make you suffer." He looks to where Jeff is, and nots to the approaching woman as the two whisper at the table.

Michelle Morgan: Her brow quirks a little bit at James's sudden twist of the song...it seems to be a bit better, to her. More passion, and that's never a bad thing to the rocker. It's certainly quite a take on the song. Better then fuckin' Axl's.

Jeff Brolin: *His breathing slows, and his eyes widen. He swallows, and... is that a bead of sweat starting to drip down his forehead. He grits his teeth, and he looks to Nate with pleading eyes.*

Paige Nightsong: She nods. "Yes."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He looks at Jeff intently, then nods, the playful tone slipping alittle in his voice, "Sure, dude." He again looks between Jeff and Stella.

Jeff Brolin: *He stands up, and hobbles to the bathroom. Quickly.*

Stella (Really!): *She blinks at Jeff bolting. And a pout settles on her beautiful lips.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He turns back to the beautiful woman that stepped to their table, "Evenin'."

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *The song raps up, and proffessor love nods to the crowd, bustling out the door in a strange fit of nerves. He looks a little.. off color.. perhaps he'd gotten stagefright and was going outside to vomit??. A finger is lifted in clasic "one moment" to Charlie.. before he heads out into the night* (((BF just called for 1st time in weeeks.. I'll be back in a bit. assume mr. badness has gone to collect his devious thoughts before returning))

Stella (Really!): *Oh right. Oops.* Good evening. I am Stella. My apologies. I did not mean to chase off your friend.

Paige Nightsong: She smiles and grins at Stella. "Hello there pretty young lady."

Charleston Sinclair: He looks concerned at the fleeting Professor Love, but he just smiles and waves anyways.

Riona McBrighid: paige: tha work fer ye darlin?*eyes to jeff, blinking for a moment, then to stella....blinking more, tilting her head*

Stella (Really!): *She nods at both Paige and Riona.* Good evening.

Paige Nightsong: "It sure would, sweetie," she smiles back to Riona.

Michelle Morgan: She tilts her head curiously as James leaves, and then rises from her stool, drink in hand, to go put her name into the jar.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He claps for the Professor, but his main attention is on the ladies around his table at the moment, eyes flickering occassionally to the bathroom. "Nathaniel Dikastis, nice to meet 'ya. You gals decide on a song, I'm gonna go make sure he don't pass out in the stall or somethin'. Be right back."

Charleston Sinclair: It's only then that he looks at his watch and actually sort of frowns. Biting his bottom lip, he pulls out a piece of paper from his pcokets and wuites up a quick note to James apologizing for his having to leave and leaving his number for him.

Riona McBrighid: *blinking more at stella , then looking to paige as if startled from something, she slips back into that warm smile easily though* lets sign up fer it then aye? they dont have it then Oi'll play it meself*chuckling softly, nod/bowing her head to stella* evenin ma'am

Paige Nightsong: Paige slides back of Nathaniel. "I'm gonna start chargin' ya for this...." winking playfully to him.

Stella (Really!): A pleasure to meet you as well. *Her own eyes keep flitting to the mens room as if she'd been contemplating following him herself.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He gives an apologetic look to Paige as he lets her have his chair again, then moves into the bathroom.

Paige Nightsong: "Either way. I've sung a cappella before."

Stella (Really!): *There's something of a disappointed look as Nate goes off as well. She stands there watching, waiting to see the outcome.*

Charleston Sinclair: He stands and off he goes into the night, home to sleep.

Nathaniel Dikastis: (Night!)

Riona McBrighid: *her eyes trail after charleston as he heads through the bar, distracted as she watches, before looking to stella and paige again, chuckling* Oi'll be righ back then...*popping up and settling her guitar carefully down on her seat before shes off to sign them up to go on stage again*

Michelle Morgan: She makes her way to a table right near the stage, sitting and waiting for the next performance...or for her name to be called. A leg crosses over the other as she sips at her drink.

Stella (Really!): *She sighs softly and finally takes a seat, not asking before she joins the table. Her eyes staying on the bathrooms.*

Paige Nightsong: She smiles to Riona, watching her walk over to sign them up.

Riona McBrighid: *dashing back once more after another shimmy by people on the way up and back, she grins and winks, picking up her guitar carefully(lovingly) and sitting back down again*

Paige Nightsong: ((I'm up waaaaaay past my bedtime....was having so much fun and forgot the time...so quicker we can have them sing the better :) ))

Nathaniel Dikastis: He comes back out, with Jeff in tow.

Nathaniel Dikastis: (Ah :( But if ya gotta, good thing they are coming out)

Riona McBrighid: (yeah, better to have em sing before michelle gets up there and blows them away anyways*chuckles*)

Stella (Really!): *She watches Nate and Jeff come back out, or more specifically Jeff, ready to follow if he heads for the door.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: For some reason, he ends up on the inside next to Jeff as they walk, between him and Stella as they get to the table.

Jeff Brolin: *He follows Nate, looking like he's hiding behind him, He settles in a chair away from Stella. He doesn't look over to her. At all.*

Michelle Morgan: ((WHo, me? *G*)) She looks over at the two ladies, watching them with a curious smile and wondering what they'll be singing.

Stella (Really!): *She sighs looking generally unhappy and tries to move around Nate to get close enough to Jeff to whisper.*

Jeff Brolin: d10: per+alert: 7,1,9,8,

Nathaniel Dikastis: He watches Jeff, and decides to use the game to help the situation. "Now, that's a good pet, no more fun, so ya can't look at the pretty ladies. Makes ya too antsy."

Riona McBrighid: *she seems fidgety, anxious, wanting to get up there again, so, beaming brightly, she takes paige's hand and heads them on up, managing to get them going on next*

Jeff Brolin: *And for once, he notices stuff. He blinks, and looks up. Directly over to Michelle. He looks back to Nate.* Holy fuck. Izzat...

Jeff Brolin: *Ohh, right. He grumbles, and lowers his head.* Sorry.

Paige Nightsong: She watches the guys, and glances back around the table. Months ago this odd behavior would have caused her to question things, but now....nah....

Nathaniel Dikastis: He leans back then, trying to block Stella's move in a casual manner. "You know, I just can't hear the name Stella anymore after seein' that old movie with Brando in it. Ya probably heard it a million times... "Hey, Stella!"

Paige Nightsong: She grins and gets lead up to the stage, dropping her hat off just barely on the table.

': ;(open scene?)

Jeff Brolin: ((indeed, random keyboard symbol!))

Nathaniel Dikastis: He notices where Jeff looked, then blicks as he takes in Michelle. "Shit, tonight's the night for luckers, 'n me in my old boots..."

Stella (Really!): *He's not going to be able to casually block her, she'll swing wide if she has to to get around his chair.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: The hat catches his attention again, and he watches the duo move to the stage.

Jeff Brolin: Naw, mate... S'Michelle fuckin' Morgan.

Michelle Morgan: She looks over at Nathaniel and Jeff and smiles a bit, nodding to them as if she was just any other person.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He notices the way Stella moves, and her nonresponse except to try to get closer to Jeff. He looks over intently at the other man.

Ariadne Webber: *Delicate without being weak. Elegant without being showy and a distinct predatory gleam in her dark, kohl rimmed eyes that repelled and attracted at one in the same time. Chin length glossy black hair reveal the graceful length of neck and smokey shadow makes her dark eyes smolder. Her skin is pale and flawless and her lips painted a deep, lush red. She has a fondness for silks and satins that caress her figure, accenting the lush curves of her body without showing too much. It’s all about the wrapping.*

Stella (Really!): Yeah, prolly where my mom got the name.

Stella (Really!): ((Sorry, was asking something...and Wits+Alert for Nate, Riona and Jeff. ))

Nathaniel Dikastis: Since he isn't on the top of alot of stuff, including famous people it takes him a moment to place her, then he blinks again, muttering to Jeff, "Shit, she's famous, why hang here?"

Jeff Brolin: *He will edge away from Stella, as much as he can. He is clearly afraid of her.*

Jeff Brolin: d10: Wits+Alert: 6,8,9,10,9,

Stella (Really!): *She leans in to whisper to Jeff if she's not physically prevented from doing so.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: d10: Wits/Alert: 10,8,4,7,9,8,

Riona McBrighid: *once they get up there the music starts, 'home for a rest' coming over the speakers as riona nods to paige, the both of them singing the chorus* You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left These so-called vacations will soon be my death I'm so sick from the drink I need home for a rest. *then riona takes the first verse*

Nathaniel Dikastis: At that look, and Jeff edging away, he would suggest quickly, "Ya know, good pets belong on the floor, under the table, by their master's feet." Surely the woman wouldn't crawl under there too after him....?

Riona McBrighid: We arrived in December and London was cold We stayed in the bars along Charing Cross Road We never saw nothin' but brass taps and oak Kept a shine on the bar with the sleeves of our coats

Riona McBrighid: d10: cha/perf: 5,5,7,8,4,7,2,9,

Jeff Brolin: ((Jesus. The dice roller has become our personal bitch!)) I dunno, *he mutters to Nate.* I mean... hell. *he pauses, as he looks back to Stella. And he arches an eyebrow.* Mean fuckin' traick, *he mutters. But he does pause, and the fear melts away. He does, however, lower himself to the floor, underneath the table. With great difficulty, that is.*

Stella (Really!): ((Oh wait...Riona went on stage...nm she doesn't get the roll *L*))

Nathaniel Dikastis: He blinks, and looks Stella over again.

Michelle Morgan: ((What the hell is it with the dice in this damn room tonight???))

Stella (Really!): *She looks at Nate, and yep, she follows Jeff under the table whispering.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He wouldn't normally suggest that to Jeff, though perhaps no one there knows that.

Paige Nightsong: Paige joins in, as added support, to help make Riona sound even better.

Jeff Brolin: ((traick -trick.))

Ariadne Webber: *She finds a seat where she can listen to the music and watch those dancing, a drink held between long nailed fingers.*

Paige Nightsong: d10: sing perf ab ap : 2,2,10,4,4,4,5,

Nathaniel Dikastis: (I don't know, but I hope they keep it up!) He looks at Stella and finally blurts out, "Hey, lady, look, what tha fuck are ya doin'? He's my pet for the night, 'n ain't room down there for ya both. Haul your ass out from under our table."

Jeff Brolin: *A small smirk touches his lips.* VERY mean fuckin' trick, *he mutters, a sigh of relief.*

Jeff Brolin: *He mutters in response.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He had been looking forward to hearing the two sing, and he looks back to the stage with a sigh. Although their voices together sound great, it seems Jeff has a stalker...

Stella (Really!): *She keeps murmuring to Jeff, apparently ignoring Nate*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He makes an odd "Uffff!" Sounding noise, and his eyes quickly dart around as the table tilts abit.

Paige Nightsong: As they sing, Paige moves in and out, swaying ever so slightly, letting her body touch against Riona's every now and then.

Riona McBrighid: *their voices melding well together, riona having a grand old time, seeming so at home up there with the huge magnetic grin she has, they go through the song with no problem, in no time*

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Shit, should I ask which of ya that was?" His voice is lower as he leans over and looks under the table.

Jeff Brolin: *He smirks again, and looks back to Stella.* I like yeh, kiddo. No worries, yeah?

Michelle Morgan: She smiles, head nodding in time to the music as a finger circles around the rim of her glass.

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back up.* I'll do it again if y'don't get me an autograph.

Ariadne Webber: *An idle glance at the people under the table. Who knows what's fallen down there. A delicate little shudder and she inspects her nails for chips, but they are flawless as usual.*

Stella (Really!): ((Ack...move the PM before Jeff's comment?))

Nathaniel Dikastis: He hears Jeff, and his eyes roll and he moans as his head comes back up and he slumps in his seat, now watching the duo and muttering, "He likes her... 'n to think, only had a beer 'n a half so far, but I feel drunk... even hearin' things."

Riona McBrighid: *once the song ends shes got her arm around paiges shoulder, like they were old drinking buddies and the song were them....giving paige a friendly squeeze before they leave the stage to head back to the table*

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Did I say I minded? I figured you could go get us some, or better yet, got the balls to invite her over to our table for a drink?" Yeah, like someone famous would come sit with them.... he chuckles at the thought.

Paige Nightsong: She puts her arm around Riona's waist for a moment giving her a warm hug back and grins as she lets go and follows on back to the table.

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *It seesm he's finally done tossing his cookies..or whatever it was he'd eaten. The handsome proffessor entering the bar again and adjusting his spectacles against the light. looking around.*

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): ((where is everyone now??))

Ariadne Webber: *She has more of an appreciation for music now, than before. But she wishes the crowd had a bit more potential.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He DID enjoy the song though, what little he could concentrate on, and he claps wildly when they are finished.

Stella (Really!): Okay...*she hugs Jeff and kisses him if she gets a chance before he can react then climbs out from under the table.*

Jeff Brolin: *He pauses, and then slides out from underneath the table. He smirks.* Yeah. *He clops on over to the table... and for a moment, he stops. He circles the table with Michelle. VERY slowly. Almost... nervously?* Uhh... Oi?

Stella (Really!): ((Just climbed out from under the table that Nate and Jeff had been occupying.))

Paige Nightsong: She heads back to the table, moving for Nathaniel as she sees that something is still going on.

Nathaniel Dikastis: (Nat sitting at same table, Stella and Jeff under it, Adriadne and Michelle each at other tables, and Ri and Paige on stage :)

Paige Nightsong: ((Ri and Paige just got off the stage))

Ariadne Webber: (what he said)

Nathaniel Dikastis: He looks to the two as they climb out, "Okay, one of ya'll gonna tell me what the fuck is up?" He pauses then and blinks as Jeff is drunk enough, or maybe crazy enough to just walk up to Michelle. "Oh shit...."

Riona McBrighid: *shes laughing and boisterous by the time they get back to the table, raising a brow as stella comes out from under the table* oooooooooooooookaaaay then

Michelle Morgan: ((Michelle's right near the stage.)) She applauds with a smile...and when it all dies down, her name comes up after Riona and Paige have gotten off the stage...or rather, 'Samantha' is called to the stage. She smiles to Jeff with a 'hey' and raises a hand, as if to ask for a moment. "The mike calls."

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *Well Hello Professor Lovelots. At 6'3 or so, the broadshouldered redhead is just this side of lanky, lean muscle filling out a dapper beige turtleneck to a T. Black dress pants sit casually on lean hips, a thin belt cinching them around a narrow waist. His red hair is short, and combed messily, as though the man were simply too busy to be in the latest fashion. Still.. there's something dangerously sexy about him, small glasses on a straight nose, blue eyes startling behind small darkened spectacles. He looks celtic in orgin, pale coloring a hint, if the red hair didn't give him away entirely. In his late 20's to early thirty's .. the scholorly looking sexpot likely has noooo trouble finding scores of willing undergrads to tutor*

Stella (Really!): Nothin' *pause, cough* I think I shall be going now.

Nathaniel Dikastis: Mutters, "Samantha...?" Then dawning comes to him, and he frantically waves at Jeff to leave Michelle alone.

Stella (Really!): *And while Jeff goes to talk to Michelle, she heads for the door.*

Jeff Brolin: *He pauses, and opens his mouth. And closes it again.* Yeah. Sure. *He huffs slightly, and marches back to the table. He flops in the chair next to NAte. Dammit! Forgot again!*

Paige Nightsong: She smiles to Michelle with a mouthed 'thanks' as they pass her table. Since she sees her going up, she'll stay to listen but is going to pay for this in th emorning with an exam at 8am.

Ariadne Webber: *A handsome man Prof. James Love. Though not perhaps one suited to her tastes. After a thorough, languid once over she looks away towards the stage as another performer comes on to sing.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He manages a smile to Paige and Ri as they are coming back, but turns his head to Stella then, "Nothin'? Ya come off like a stalker to my buddy, then crawl under the table, start makin' out, or whatever, 'n that's nothin'?"

Michelle Morgan: She gives Jeff an apologetic smile, then makes her way to the stage, sliding behind the mike and looking around with a soft smile. "For someone who's not here today," she says, before the opening chords of Bob Dylan's 'Most of the Time' begin.

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back to Nate.* It's cool. Done with, really.

Stella (Really!): *She looks back at Nate and just gives him an enigmatic smile.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: And his dropping into the chair, and no doubt getting a nice little jolt makes him laugh - enough that he misses it when Stella slips off.

Michelle Morgan: d10: Cha+Perf (Ab. Apt)WP: 7,6,7,3,5,1,4,

Paige Nightsong: "Geeesh....." she says, shaking her head. Then turns back to Riona. "That was great sweetie....had a blast. Thanks!" She puts an arm around Ri's shoulder for a moment while complementing her partner.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He smirks at Jeff, "Right... 'n I was actin' like some jerk, huh? For that, you are really gonna suffer now. I outta put this leash on ya, stick the chains on your piercings, loop them with the leash and tug ya all over the bar 'n make ya hump pretty ladies' legs."

Riona McBrighid: *shaking her head, she chuckles softly and takes up her guitar again, settling it into her lap when she sits down, eyes to teh stage* oi....*smile brightening*

Paige Nightsong: She doesn't sit, but grabs her hat, turning to pay attention to "Samantha" who's singing now. Good tune, and she smiles.

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *His eyes skate across all those gathered. Now where had innocent charlie gone with his canary voice and his forbidden menu items? The little shit had apparently slipped out the back door, depriving him of a long over due re-introduction. No matter. A sheepish smile from the addled proffessor. He rubs a huge hand over the back of his neck and watches Michelle on stage in nervous contemplation. Dare a lowly archaelogist approach a famous rockstar? He stands tall above the crowd at the back, watching her with rapt attention*

Nathaniel Dikastis: "You two were fantastic! If Keith had been here, you'de of made him cry."

Jeff Brolin: *His eyes widen slightly. And he flinches? Does he EVER flinch?*

Riona McBrighid: t'was roight fun, aye..thank ye miss paige*nodding and smiling*

Jeff Brolin: *But his focus goes back up to the stage. Watching.*

Michelle Morgan: "Most of the time, I'm clear focused all around
Most of the time, I can keep both feet on the ground
I can follow the path, I can read the sign
Stay right with it when the road unwinds
I can handle whatever I stumble upon
I don't even notice she's gone
Most of the time..."

The song is slow, and somber, and while she's perhaps not on top of her game, she's still very, VERY good. What one might expect from someone of her caliber, nailing the emotions of the song brilliantly. She pours herself into the song, her tone soft and bittersweet, a touch of melancholy tinting her performance as she merely sits on a stool, microphone raised to her lips.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He chuckles at the response, "Oh, I would too if we were at someplace like that Limelight club. They do all sorts of weird shit there, or so I heard. Only times I went it was pretty quiet." He seems to be enjoying the nervous look in Jeff's eyes.

Jeff Brolin: Thought she was somethin' she wasn't, *he mutters.* I made a mistake with 'er. Thanks.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He turns to watch Michelle then, and maybe because she is famous, or maybe she is just beautiful, she could probably be talking into the mike instead of singing and still gain his attention.

Riona McBrighid: *she almost cant help it while she listens, lips mouthing the words, fingers almost strumming the notes, eyes watching the stage*

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *And she comes wandering into the bar, a bright smile on her face. She heads for the bar first and asks him for one of whatever Jeff's ordered so far tonight. She makes a face and grumbles as he asks for ID and provides it before she's able to get the drink.*

The first thing most people notice about this girl is her wild hair. Bright red and orange mingles with the soft brown that seems to be her natural color. The next thing most notice is the innocence and eternal sunshine personality she seems to exude like that of a young child. Bright hazel eyes always seem to be reflecting some sort of inner joy or mischief. Her complexion is a lovely cream color with a touch of rose to her cheeks. She has a long slender figure that proves her to be an older woman that her attitude would seem. She has a slender figure with long, lanky limbs. Her movements are quick, slightly jerky, birdlike. The overall effect is cute more than pretty or sexy. ((Think the fae and related all know what it looks like but if need it again lemme know.))

Nathaniel Dikastis: He frowns for a moment as he catches yet again the odd wording, but nods, "You're welcome. What'dya think she was, undercover cop or somethin'?"

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She comes over to Nate and Jeff's table and offers the drink over to Jeff.* ((Int+Alert for those that paid attention to Stella *G*))

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *He drifts through the crowd, eyes on Michelle, hard and clear blue. The handsome redhead moving like a predator despite his calm demeanor. Fascinated and fascinating all the same time. Stick to the plan cassanova* ((we're all redheads tonight. But who of us is natural? *grins*))

Michelle Morgan: "Most of the time my head is on straight...Most of the time I'm strong enough not to hate...I don't build up illusion 'til it makes me sick...I ain't afraid of confusion no matter how thick...I can smile in the face of mankind...Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine...Most of the time." Her eyes are closed, head slightly downward tilted as she sings. This isn't Michelle Morgan the rock star...not Michelle Morgan the political pundit. It's Michelle Morgan, the musician. Which is her true passion.

Ariadne Webber: *Distinctly remembers Stevie. Tries not to.*

Jeff Brolin: Somethin' like that. *He does wait till Michelle climbs off stage.* ((I'm a blonde. Yeah yeah yeah.))

Nathaniel Dikastis: (Nathaniel has blue-black hair, far from red)

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): ((thats cause nat's all emo. *laughs*))

Nathaniel Dikastis: d10: Perc/Alert: 1,6,4,7,6,

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): ((Well....TECHNICALLY Stevie's in natural...sort of...not dyed anyway...*G*))

Jeff Brolin: *He smirks faintly, and takes the drink. A startled pause.* I... thanks.

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): ((Er...that'd be just INT for those who paid attention to Stella, my bad))

Nathaniel Dikastis: (ROFL) He does manage to notice Stevie, but barely, his head turned to watch Michelle, listening to the others at his table, especially Jeff at the moment.

Jeff Brolin: d10: Int: 6,2,2,

Paige Nightsong: She considers what is happening now, and what she caught glimpses of earlier, since she had been around the table.

Paige Nightsong: d10: int: 5,9,10,2,

Jeff Brolin: Not sure, *he says idly. A cant of his head.* So they really do that shit at Limelight? *Mood swing #32 for the night. Curiosity.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: (Oh, okay, I was just doing a normal perc roll)

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She grins, perhaps a touch sheepishly.* Welcome. *And she flops into a seat, waving at Nate and Riona all bright smiles.*

Riona McBrighid: (ohhh so natural redhead*chuckles*) *she almost sways listening and 'playing' along without really being heard, a dreamy distant look in her eyes....like shes hearing the music not michelle *

Nathaniel Dikastis: d10: Int: 7,5,8,

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *Once he's at the edge of the stage he forces himself to stop, folding huge hands behind his back like the polite scholar he is... even if behind him they coil and uncoil compulsively*((james is so far from a redhead its not even funny. He's a redhead like whoopigoldberg's a redhead))

Jeff Brolin: *He gives Stevie a small smile, wholly oblivious.* Hey kiddo.

Michelle Morgan: "Most of the time I'm halfway content...Most of the time I know exactly where it went...I don't cheat on myself I don't run and hide...Hide from the feelings that are buried inside...I don't compromise and I don't pretend...I don't even care if I ever see her again...Most of the time." The song finally fades away, and she quietly sets the microphone in the stand before rising and moving off the stage.

Jeff Brolin: *He pauses, and he slowly raises to his feet, seeing Michelle walk off as well. He looks back to Nate.* Cool? *he says, with a slight cant of his head.*

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): Who'zat? *She looks between Nate, Jeff and Michelle curiously.*

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *He's there to meet miss Michelle, off to the side so as not to block her way, however tempting. Game face on. He offers a sheepish smile to the woman, and offers a huge hand to help her off the stage*

Ariadne Webber: *The girl certainly can sing. But unfortunately she doens't hold her attention. She's looking around through the crowd, testing new found sensibilities.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He blinks as he sees Stevie sitting down.. the clothing for one, and the other... what he thought was the beer... He shakes his head, trying to figure it out as he hears Jeff, "Yeah, from what I heard. Sometimes those Goths doin' their poetry 'n candles in shit, sometimes S&M shit, but mostly downstairs, although they gotta get down there I guess. I think it's more hype upstairs... a show. Seemed pretty normal club to me, maybe I didn't hit it on freakazoid night or somethin'."

Michelle Morgan: She smiles over to James as she steps off the stage, her demeanor generally friendly and warm, if still a little subdued from the emotions she let out in the song. "Hello."

Jeff Brolin: Hm. *He seems to ponder that.* I'll check it out. Sometimes people need a good dance. *He clops on over to Michelle, again.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He shakes his head quickly to Jeff, voice low, "No autographs, she didn't give her real name... but if ya go the balls, go on 'n invite her, but I know she ain't gonna come over here 'n sit with the likes of us."

Michelle Morgan: The hand is taken with a grateful smile, and she steps down. A glance goes over to Jeff and a smile, then she looks back to James.

Paige Nightsong: She catches the fact that Samantha's song ended and is a little upset that she missed part of it because of the whacky lady at their table that seems to be stalking Jeff. Maybe she's still a little more aware of things then she might let on. Having learned a lot of things in the last few months, she says nothing about it, and moves to Nathaniel and gives him a quick kiss on the lips. "Gotta a test in the mornin'. See ya around." And Riona gets a kiss on the cheek and a quick hug. "Thanks, sweetie, for a most pleasurable evening."

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): Oh no that's all downstairs. *She nods* It's not really that obvious though...*She grins at Nate, those innocent eyes just frighten as she talks about that so casually.*

Riona McBrighid: *sighing softly and contentedly with that grin when the song ends* oi,....love dillon Oi do....*chuckling before she finally manages to turn back around and smiles even more brightly seeing stevie* soapgirlie!*guitar minded as she reaches over to give stevie a hug* wheyres yer 'happy' noice friend then darlin?

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back to James, and he keeps a LITTLE back. He sighs, almost... frustrated, maybe.*

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): Uh. oh.. Hi. That.. was lovely.*He lets his voice soften to a warm sort of rumble, a little shy. Remember your motivation now.. you're a smitten proffessor meeting a famous rockstar. He averts his eyes from her, helping her and then leaving her her space, regardless of the impulse to violently invade it* You uh.. kinda.. derailed my song, there.

Riona McBrighid: *smiling to paige she nods* s'nae a thing miss paige...evenin to ye

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She giggles and hugs Riona* He's off somewhere...prolly back home drooling in his sleep.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He gives Paige a big hug, and returns the kiss. "Okay, hun, good to see ya, 'n I enjoyed the hell outta your singin'. Hope ya do good tomorrow."

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): Ninight! *She smiles and waves at Paige, cheerfully.*

Paige Nightsong: She grabs some money from her pocket and tosses it on the table like it's just paper (about 100 bucks). "Have fun for me....good night." And grabbing her hat, she takes off. ((Goodnight!))

Jeff Brolin: *He sighs. Stuttering guy. Okay. He clops on up to the table and sets a hand down.* S'cuse me. Good singing' voice requires drink. My treat?

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *A sheepish smile to jeff, big redheaded academic seeming out of place in a kaereoke bar, but apparently ballsy enough to make a move without quibbling. even if he did flee the bar.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Hey Stevie, nice to see ya when I'm actually sober."

Michelle Morgan: "Sorry about that," she says to James with a smile, hint of honest apology there. "Though I kind of liked your rendition. Had a new element to it, that made it...fresh. Kind of dark."

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She giggles and nods* And not leavin' either! *She giggles* So, whacha makin' Jeff do?

Riona McBrighid: droolin*giggling softly* yer a trip ye are...still got tha lil thing ye made fer me...been careful keepin it nice....

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Damn girl!" As Paige pays for everybody's drinks for the night. He slips the money under some napkins, so passerby can't help themselves, but those at the table can.

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): Awwww...*She grins and ducks her head.* Glad ya like it!

Nathaniel Dikastis: He leans over and whispers something to Stevie.

Ariadne Webber: *She sips on her drink, a little bored, a little hungry perhaps. Sleek curves have probably missed a meal or two. Maintainance you know.*

Michelle Morgan: She looks up to Jeff and smiles. "I'd appreciate that...thanks." She reaches out a hand to Jeff. "Sorry about cutting you off there before. When the name is called...you know. It wasn't intentional, at any rate."

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *he belatedly remembers her hand and lets it go so she can shake jeff's. A clearing of his throat nervously as he's careful to keep his shades over his eyes, lest they betray the cruel glint there. A sheepish smile again, handsome. He straightens his back* Oh.. Forgive me, I'm interrupting .. I.. um. I'm Professor James Love. *he rumbles with renewed confidence before dropping into a lower tone, quieter, and a little more like the brush of silk on silk* hmm. I'm something of a... fan. *and he stands back to let jeff speak. Really.. he should eat the kids face. But now was not the time for public displays of affection*

Jeff Brolin: *He shrugs.* No worries. What's your pleasure? *He looks back over to the guy he interrupted. He doesn't seem to care.*

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *Her eyes widen at which part it's hard to say but she stares over at Jeff and Michelle with those wide eyes.*

Riona McBrighid: *mmming and stretching carefully with the guitar in her lap, she yawns as well and rubs her eyes slightly* mph....think Im needin tae head off'n foind where me bones'll rest t'noight....

Nathaniel Dikastis: He chuckles as he follows her gaze, looking as well at the really tall redhaired man. Must be the night that seem to be bringing all the Celtic types out of the woodwork, like Paige had said.

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): Ya don't have a place ta stay? *She blinks at Riona*

Michelle Morgan: "Rum and Coke, thanks," she says to Jeff with a smile, before looking back to James. "Always good to meet a fan. A pleasure, James." She has that warm, approachable nature to her as she splits her time between the two men...when her attention is on one, it's fully on them, as if they're the only thing in the room. Just the way she is around fans and other 'normal folk.' She smiles to James, and looks back to Jeff. "It's a pleaure to meet you too...?" Leaving it a question, curious to his name.

Ariadne Webber: *Well, there's a lull in the music and the boredom intensifies. Time for her to pay a few visits. And out she goes.*

Riona McBrighid: psh....Oi do...world is m'house*winking and chuckling as if its nothing as she stands*

Jeff Brolin: Jeff, *he says idly, and goes to the bar to fetch her drink. He does return to place it down.* Can be more than one fan in the same place, mate. *He smiles to Michelle, and then clops on back to the table.* If y'wanna join us, that is. If not, s'cool too.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He shakes his head admiringly at Jeff, "Ya know, in some ways, that dude has style... weird style, but style."

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *Yes. He thinks he'll eat the kids face. Or have someone else eat the kids..oooh. he could make michelle do it.. that would be lovely irony. A smile, momentarily bashful, before he clears his throat again and asks* Begging a moment of your time.. but I don't suppose you spoke to Charlie Sinclair whie i was. uh.. hmm. fleeing the stage?

Nathaniel Dikastis: (dammit, phone, brb)

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *of course directed at Michelle.. I mean.. she was famous afterall.*

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): Well if ya wanna, ya can go to our place and knock on the door and tell Dyb I sent ya...can sleep on the couch *She nods with a grin*

Michelle Morgan: "I may just, in a few. Thank you for the drink," she says to Jeff with a smile, before looking back to James.

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She peers at Jeff curiously, as if trying to see something on him.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: (bk, and he'll be a bit later again tonight :(

Jeff Brolin: *He grins, and clops back on over to the table.*

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): ((He'll?))

Michelle Morgan: "No, I didn't," she says with a shake of her head. "I saw him, but didn't get a chance to say hi. I think he left a note with the bartender for you, though."

Riona McBrighid: nah...thank ye darlin but Oi'll be foine Oi will...*nodding, she waves to the others* Oi'll see ye later then, 'appy beltaine t'ye lot...*heading from the table already*

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): Kay! Bubye! *She waves at Riona and looks back at the guys again, still all smiles.* So is she comin' over?

Nathaniel Dikastis: (Nyte) He chuckles at Jeff, "Okay so I gotta admit, ya got balls." He gives Jeff another slap on the back. "Didn't figure ya could get her over here, but ya got her to take a drink from ya."

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): ((Aww))

Jeff Brolin: Mmmh... if she does, no worries. If she doesn't, no worries. Seems like a cool chick.

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): Oh did he? lovely, I'll have to check. *He stretches lazily, rolling broad shoulders to releive them of tenseness. or perhaps simply trying to uncoil them from "strike"* I know he'd hoped to talk to you about an aids fundraiser or some such festivity to raise awareness of blood diseases. I.. hmm. *he clears his throat again* This.. is going to seem forward of me.. forgive me, I'm accustomed to sand and ruins, I'm. .not so .. good with people. *another clearing of his throat, that voice rumbling out wonderfully* Perhaps, you would honor me with an hour of your time, for discussion on it, at a later date of course.. I.. I wouldn't intrude on your um.. evening.. *seeming to sense he's rambling, the addled scholar trails off and tugs his turtle neck*

Jeff Brolin: No shit, mate, *he says.* 'course I've got balls.

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She giggles at Jeff and Nate*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He rolls his eyes, "Ya know what I mean!" He takes a swig of beer, then grins over at Stevie, again noticing her clothing, and blinking.

Michelle Morgan: She smiles warmly, and nods. "Of course, James. I'd be happy to." She dips a hand into her pocket and comes out with a card for her, with her work number and manager's number, handing it over. "Whenever you'd like we can get together. AIDS research is a cause I have the utmost respect for."

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She grins, seemingly cluelessly at Nate*

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back and forth, between Stevie and Nate.* What did you tell 'er?

Nathaniel Dikastis: He catches himself, and shakes his head, "Sorry, Stevie, guess I just had ya on my mind earlier for some reason... even thought I heard your voice in my head. I tell ya I think they give me a mickey in my first beer..."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He actually reaches over and playfully tickles the underside of Jeff's chin. "Just about your little toys... wanna bounce on the chair to show her how glad you are to see her?"

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): Awww *She giggles* Knew ya liked me! *She beams*

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): *another clearing of his throat, bashful? an odd look on such a put together, HUGE man. He takes the card and exchanges another, saying simply "Prof. James. Love" followed by a number* hmm. thank you miss uh. Miss. *a nod of his head* I'll stop flustering over you and let you enjoy your evening. Its been an.. unexpected pleasure. *turn and go.. turn and go.. now. And after a moments lingering, he turns and strides pointedly out the door*

Jeff Brolin: *His eyes widen. And he winces slightly. He clears his throat. Just once, one bounce. He is starting to slow down a bit.*

Michelle Morgan: She smiles and nods to James, watching him leave with a bemused smile, before she picks up her drink and rises, making her way over to the other table.

*Spirit*: (( Is this an open scene? ))

Nathaniel Dikastis: He chuckles again at Jeff. "You have been a really good sport about this, ya know that? You deserve a treat." He winks at Stevie, then whispers to her.

Jeff Brolin: ((Aye, Spirit.))

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She blinks and her eyes widen, especially when Jeff winces.* You don't have ta do that...What kinda toys are they? *Apparently not liking the whole hurting Jeff thing.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: (Yes)

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back over to Nate. A small smirk.* I am feelin' a bit blue, mate.

Prof. James Love (obfuscated): ((and he's OUT! to plot and seeth and drive his lackies NUTZ))

*Spirit*: (( Where abouts is it? ))

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): ((Ninight Prof!))

Jeff Brolin: ((Karaoke bar.))

Jeff Brolin: ((G'niiiiiight!))

Jeff Brolin: Lost the bet, kiddo. *He ruffles her hair idly.*

*Spirit*: (( Ahh.. Thanks. ))

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): You sure? *She looks up at Nate*

Nathaniel Dikastis: (Night!)

Jeff Brolin: *But there is a moment where he tries to straighten his collar. Everyone acts a LITTLE weird around a celebrity.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He nods to Stevie. "Yeah, I'm sure," He then winks at Jeff, "I bet... but after this I think a little trip to the bathroom can take care of that, unless Stevie wants to help ya with your little.. problem?"

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She ducks away from the ruffling and giggles* I know...

Jeff Brolin: *He makes a slight face.* I don't do kids, *he mutters.*

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She giggles and moves into Jeff's lap, grinning at him* Hiya!

Jeff Brolin: *His eyes widen, and he tenses slightly.* Uhh... hey, kiddo.

Michelle Morgan: "Hello, everyone." She smiles warmly as she comes up to the table, looking around at the gathered trio. "Still cool if I join you?"

Nathaniel Dikastis: He looks at Michelle coming their way, and does the same as Jeff, straightening unruly hair that drops right back over his eye.

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): I'm not a kid! *She crosses her arms, bouncing a bit in his lap as she sulks a bit at being called a kid.*

Jeff Brolin: *He nods to Michelle.* O'course, *he says, with one of those gritted-teeth frustrated smiles.*

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She looks up at Michelle and smiles brightly* Hiya!

Nyte: ((*bounces around*))

Michelle Morgan: She raises an eyebrow at Jeff's gritted smile, and then nods, setting her drink down and extending a hand to Nathaniel first, then Stevie. "I'm Michelle."

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Yes, please do!" He actually stands up.

Nathaniel Dikastis: (*Hugs da Nyte*)

Michelle Morgan: ((*Yanks Nyte into the scene* :) ))

Jeff Brolin: Hey, little miss? Y'mind... not bouncin' so much? You're hittin' my bits in a not-fun way.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He has to force himself not to laugh at Jeff's predicament.

Jeff Brolin: *He notes Michelle's look.* Lost a bet, *he explains.*

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She blinks and turns an accusing frown at Nate that says "You lied to me"*

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She shakes Michelle's hand (Cause the player had missed that post)* I'm Stevie!

Nathaniel Dikastis: He shakes his head, "Maybe wrong angle, but I wasn't liein'... ask him if he is actually enjoyin' it."

Michelle Morgan: She gets a curious look on her face, before comprehension dawns...and she nods, smiling a little bit. "Ahhh, I see." She grins a bit.

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): How can you enjoy somethin' if it's not fun? *She looks really confused*

Madeline Dane: Madeline slips in, eyes going up to the stage for a bit as she looks around for the owner of the Shadow outside.

Jeff Brolin: *He pauses, and doesn't let Stevie ask.* Lemme put it this way, little miss - it won't make me feel good now, it'll make me feel good later.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He wants for Stevie, then takes Michelle's hand, "Nathaniel Dikastis, really nice meetin' you." He doesn't have the normal star-struck look, but he is in a bit of awe of her.

Jeff Brolin: *He's had enough alcohol and enough frustration to treat her like a normal human being. she is either very lucky or unlucky that his eyes drift down to her chest.*

Madeline Dane: d10: spot anyone?: 8,4,7,10,4,

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): Well...that's a good thing isn't it? *She blinks at Jeff.*

Jeff Brolin: Well.. for later. Yes, *he says with a sincere nod.*

Madeline Dane: Madeline grins and makes her way to the table. "Hey guys, four a crowd?"

Michelle Morgan: "Nice to meet you, Nathaniel...Stevie." She nods and takes a seat, her drink in front of her. "So, then. What was the contest that spurred this bet?"

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): So...I should do it later then? *Perking thinking she finally understands*

Michelle Morgan: She looks up to Madeline as she approaches, a hand brushing red braids out of her hair, and smiles to her. "Hello."

Jeff Brolin: If you bounced on my lap later, that would be GREAT, *he says sincerely. He looks back to Madeline's breasts.* No trouble t'me. *And back to Michelle.* Drinkin' contest. Somethin' hit me bad.

Madeline Dane: ((Er, five. I'll learn how to count later))

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Drinking contest. Jeff was the first to go down, but to be truthful he got started beforehand I think - something I bet he don't do again." He chuckles.

Jeff Brolin: Seriously, *he says in response to Nate.* I'll just throw the contest next time.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He notices Madeline come to the table and grins widely at her, "Hey hun, great to see ya!"

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She grins and waves at Maddie, bouncing a bit in her enthusiasm, then gets a sheepish look back at Jeff and slides off his lap.* Oops. I'll just get another seat til later then. *She grins*

Madeline Dane: Madeline slips into an open seat, dropping a book bag on the floor. "Thanks. Drinking contest, huh? Lemme guess, smallest guy won?"

Jeff Brolin: *He snorts.* Surprised Keith didn't beat 'im, but Nate and 'im tied.

Nathaniel Dikastis: "He's been a good sport about things though, he had to do whatever we said for each of us for a day. So, I've been out publicly humiliating him tonight." Said with the amused tone that normally only guys get in such weird situations.

Jeff Brolin: *He smirks.* He's not very good at it, though. This is shit I do on weekends in upscale clubs.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He grins at Madeline, "Almost, but I tied with Keith. I still think he poured one down his shirt when I wasn't lookin'."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He chuckles, "Yeah, I didn't figure he would enjoy so much of the stuff, or I'de have had him to somethin' else. Bought the only thing left for me is for him to wash and wax my bike."

Madeline Dane: Nate: "Sorry I missed it." Stevie: "And sorry for creeping you out the other day. I kinda get a bit focused when I start writing my music."

Michelle Morgan: "Ahh, drinking contest." She looks between Jeff and Stevie with a grin, and shakes her head, picking up her drink to sip at it. "I used to do those, way back in the day. During my wild years." So says the near-dreadlocked rock singer with the open bisexual lifestyle and a supposed recent history of rehab.

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She blinks* Creepin' me...oh! I wasn't creeped out...I just had to go...*She grins*

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She pulls a chair over next to Jeff and sits in it merrily.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He chuckles again, "Well, even if I won with a tie, I had one super headache and hangover the next day. Drinkin' that many shots, that fast... whooo..."

Madeline Dane: Michelle: "So what do you do now?"

Jeff Brolin: *He smirks faintly.* Yeah. Think I'm slowin' down in my old age.

Michelle Morgan: "I'm a singer," she says to Madeline. "And I do a talk show on Air America. Political stuff." ((Fame 4 due to both))

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *Her eyes widen as if just identifying who Michelle is* Wow, really?! That's soooooo cool!

Nathaniel Dikastis: "I love the music, but I get lost in most political stuff."

Jeff Brolin: *He laughs at that.* Y'didn't recognize 'er? Seriously... don't mean t'make you all nervous and shit, but I do have some of your stuff on c.d.

Madeline Dane: Jeff: "Too many beatings?" Michelle: "I think everyone knows that part. I meant in place of the drinking contests."

Michelle Morgan: "Old age does tend to do that, yeah. Don't I know it." She grins to Jeff, and then looks to Stevie with a nod and a smile. "It's a living. And it's what I love to do."

Jeff Brolin: *He snorts at Madeline's words.* Not like that.

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She shakes her head at Jeff's question, even if it's probably directed at Maddie* I just hear stuff, I don't know what people look like on the radio...

Nathaniel Dikastis: He chuckles at Madeline, then looks at Michelle, "You ain't that old."

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She grins at Michelle.* Awesome!

Michelle Morgan: "Oh." She smiles at Madeline. "Mostly, I just drink at home and meditate. All the real celebrities get the good tabloid scandals...all I get is the tired old rehab line." She chuckles and takes a sip of her drink, then looks to Jeff. "Doesn't make me nervous. Makes me happy to know that people like what I do enough to buy it."

Nathaniel Dikastis: "I think makin' the music, or movies are somethin would be cool, 'n the money great, but I don't think I'de much like havin' my face splattered all over the news all the time."

Madeline Dane: "Drink and meditate? Interesting combination. Maybe you should make out with another celebrety in public. Just pick out a random one at a charity event or something. That'll at least change it to a 'who's dating who' line."

Michelle Morgan: A grin is thrown Nathaniel's way. "Sweetie, let's see if you're saying that when you're approaching 35. Though I appreciate the compliment."

Madeline Dane: Madeline gives Jeff an odd, curious look at the face he makes when he lands.

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She giggles at the comment about refusing to act her age, then blinks and watches Jeff curiously.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He chuckles, looking at Jeff.

Jeff Brolin: *And he kindly gives Nate the finger.*

Madeline Dane: Madeline looks at Nate, then at Jeff, then looks at Michelle and Stevie. "Do I even want to know?"

Nathaniel Dikastis: He feels compelled to ask, "You got all this Fame, probably lots of friends 'n such... why come out to a place like this? I mean, it ain't a dive, but just curious. Seems you would want some fancy place to hang."

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): Jeff lost a bet to Nate so Nate's makin' him wear toys...*All said with that ever so innocent look to her and quite casually.*

Madeline Dane: Blinkblinkblink. Stevie: "I'll take that as a 'No, I don't want to know.'"

Nathaniel Dikastis: He shrugs to Madeline, having been just going to smile and shake his head, but Stevie beat him to it. Jeff is also wearing a studded dog collar, which could have been part of his wardrobe, but wasn't.

Michelle Morgan: She gives jeff a sympathetic look, and then turns her attention to Nathaniel. "I hate those fancy places usually, to be honest. Stuck-up people with way too much time and money on their hands. I grew up in places like these...and these are the people who buy and listen to my music. Who hear it...and if I'm lucky, feel it. Make a connection to it. These are the people I like to hang with." She smiles. "Besides, when I'm out here, in karaoke bars, I can sing the way I used to. It's not a business...it's pure joy. It drives my manager absolutely nuts, let me tell you...but I love doing it. And I meet the best people in places like this." With a gesture to everyone sitting around the table. "By example..."

Jeff Brolin: *He smirks, and looks back to Stevie.* Like I said. Kid.

Jeff Brolin: *And Michelle becomes his favorite person at the table. Music and sympathy.*

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): Am not! *Because that's just soooo going to help her case*

Jeff Brolin: *He smirks at Stevie.* Are toooooo...

Madeline Dane: "A manager is supposed to get upset at things like that. Or else you'd have to be like me and work for a living instead of doing something you love for it."

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She makes a faces and pokes Jeff in the side.* Am not!

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Well you did a good job tonight, it was cool just listenin' to ya. I found out that lots of people seem to have talent, but few ever make it big. Hell, I heard some tonight that I swear could out-sing some of the top stars, or at least match 'em. Guess it's a pretty heavy competition to actually get a break, leastways heard it was."

Jeff Brolin: Are too! *He squirms at the poke, which he regrets in a heartbeat.* Oi!

Madeline Dane: Madeline leans toward Stevie and whispers, but loudly whispers. "He seems ticklish..."

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She blinks and immediately looks remourseful.* You okay? *She says softly.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He looks at the two doing the normal "Am too/Am not" thing and chuckles to Michelle. "Yeah, can't get more real than this... next best thing to experiencin' what it feels to be a parent."

Jeff Brolin: *He nods.* Yeah. M'fine.

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She sticks out her tongue at Nate.* Yeah right...mom and dad are off...*She stops and gets a puzzled look, like she really doesn't know.* Somewhere...

Nathaniel Dikastis: He gives Stevie a curious look then, "You okay? Ya know, I was just kiddin', right?"

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): Kay...*She shifts in her chair so she can rest her chin on his shoulder looking at the others from that position quite comfortably.*

Jeff Brolin: *He smirks at her, and he sticks out his tongue.* M'parents are in Australia.

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She blinks at Nate.* Huh? 'M Fine...*She really does look genuinely confused by the question.*

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She tilts her head a bit and mock bites at the tongue, not actually coming anywhere close to it.*

Michelle Morgan: She smirks some, considering Madeline's comment about working for a living, and a thought flits through her mind before she shrugs. "He means the best, I know." Nathaniel gets a nod. "It is heavy competition. Sadly, it's often as much about who you know as much as your talent. I was considered unplayable for a long time, because I refused to tone down the messages in my music...but I managed to find someone who got the labels to look my way." The coment about experiencing what it feels like to be a parent gets a grin. "Yeah, well...I get a lot of that anyway. But honestly, I do love coming here and hanging out."

Madeline Dane: Madeline frowns a bit and leans back in her chair, idly tapping her fingers against the table, in time to a song in her own head.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He shrugs then and just smiles at Stevie, "My Papa is in Missiouri."

Jeff Brolin: *He grins at Stevie's response. And then back to Michelle, trying to remain serious, he really is.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: Michelle> "You got kids?"

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She shrugs a bit* Oh my parents don't stay in one place for very long, and I'm not always good at remembering stuff. I just forgot where they were when I last called 'em. *She grins.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Sounds like some of my relatives, we've got Rom blood in us, 'n there are still those distant cousins that roam all over the place."

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): Rom? *She tilts her head curiously, obviously not knowing what it means.*

Michelle Morgan: "No. Just a lot of people who tend to look at me like a mentor of sorts. Sort of a den mother to them, kind of. Or a Soccer Mom...albeit a tattooed, pot-smoking, ranting-at-the-establishment Soccer Mom."

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Romany. Those of true blood are called Rom."

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She giggles at Michelle's Soccer Mom comment.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: "You sound like a more hip, better looking version of Jane Fonda."

Jeff Brolin: *He smirks.* Please don't tell me y'drive one of those fuckin' SUV's.

Madeline Dane: Madeline abruptly stops tapping and sits up with a grin. Michelle: "Well, no tattoos... but that sounds like a few of the 'soccer moms' I knew growing up."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He smirks at Jeff, "Hell, she probably drives a porche, or BMW or somethin'."

Michelle Morgan: She laughs a little at Nathaniel's Fonda comment. "True enough...except I support the troops, even if I don't support the war."

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She seems to be thinking hard, as if she's heard it before but trying to remember.*

Michelle Morgan: "An Audi, actually. Hybrid...no other way to go, these days." She grins to Madeline. "Would have liked to know a few of those soccer moms, I think."

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She gets distracted from her thinking by Michelle's talk of war and frowns a little.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: He grows a little silent as the discussion of soccer moms hangs around a bit.

Madeline Dane: Madeline frowns a little again. "I've.. lost track of them in the last couple of years. They were mostly my mom's freinds."

Jeff Brolin: Cool. M'afraid the green monster's not exactly environmentally safe. S'got a big back seat, though.

Michelle Morgan: "And if I'm getting too mouthy with my politics, please, let me know." She looks around the table seriously. "I'm not here to debate. Just here to hang. I just have strong beliefs."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He gives Jeff a suprised look. "Dude, I didn't know you were that aware of the environment and all."

Jeff Brolin: *He grins to Nate.* Come on. I'm not fucking stupid.

Nathaniel Dikastis: "This ain't heavy, it's cool. Interestin', just I don't know much about the real politics, just know what it looks like from the bottom lookin' up."

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): Green Monster? *She peers up at Jeff curiously.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: "I didn't think ya was, but you'de be surprised how many don't think about the air, or the earth, or the ocean, 'n what we are doin' with it with all our stuff." He pauses, then laughs, shaking his head, "Damn, I almost sound like my Papa, he's a real conservationlist - lives out in the woods with the bare essentials."

Madeline Dane: Michelle: "I was raised around activists. There was always some fund raiser or march to go on or pamplets to hand out"

Nathaniel Dikastis: (read around weirdly phrased things, mispellings and typos, Vicodin has kicked in good)

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): ((*snugs Nate-p*))

Michelle Morgan: "Ahh." She nods to Madeline. "So is it something that you're fairly sick of, I imagine? Can't imagine that would be a particularly fun way to spennd a childhood."

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She listens to the various people, curiously but she doesn't really have a lot to add to the conversation.*

Madeline Dane: Michelle: "Doesn't everyone go opposite their parents for a bit, then become just like them in a few years? I think I'm heading fast for the latter part of that."

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She tries to picture herself just like her parents and starts giggling.*

Michelle Morgan: "Me, I just went straight opposite of my parents," she says with an overly casual shrug. "But yes, that's the usual route, I guess." She picks up her drink to take a sip from it.

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back over to Madeline, and tongues at his bottom lip ring thoughtfully.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Well, unlike my Papa I do like cities, and appreciate a lot of the conveniences, but I can see his way on some things... no reason to bullzoze a huge area of land for a mansion for only one person, no reason to drive a huge car unless you got a real reason too, like 5 or 6 kids 'n there are some types of vehicles like those Hybrids that help with that too. Gotta be a way to keep some of the stuff that makes life better while still protectin' the environment."

Madeline Dane: Stevie: "What's so funny?"

Jeff Brolin: Mmmh... s'my car. Hideous green El Camino. M'boy bought it for me.

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): Is that a big car? *Curiously to Jeff, obviously knowing very little about cars in general. Then she grins at Maddie.* I'll never be exactly like my parents...

Nathaniel Dikastis: "I got a Shadow motorcycle, but I happen to love bikes. 'N if ya hate the color, why not repaint it somethin' else?"

Madeline Dane: "I've got... a car."

Michelle Morgan: "Absolutely," she says to Nathaniel. "There is a way...we just have to find it. Because in the end...Republican, Democrat, liberal, conservative, man, woman, black, white, whatever...it all means precisely dick when our planet starts failing us because we've poisoned it, or we all get skin cancer because of the lack of the ozone layer."

Jeff Brolin: *He smirks.* I didn't say I didn't LIKE it. Besides. M'boy gave it t'me. Seems... sacreligious t'change the color now.

Nathaniel Dikastis: "You don't look old enough to have a son old enough to buy a car." He blinks as he looks over Jeff again.

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): You're boy, like a kid? *She blinks at Jeff. He doesn't LOOK that old. She looks at the others.* I've got...um...my feet! *She grins*

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): ((*Giggles as Nate and Stevie share a brain for a moment...Poor Nate...*))

Nathaniel Dikastis: He nods to Michelle, "Or we let the endangered species die off, which leads to others diein' in a chain reaction that will eventually end up with us"

Nathaniel Dikastis: (Oh no, PLEASE we already have people sharing da brain.. any more 'n the poor overworked thing will just shrivel up)

Jeff Brolin: *He grunts.* No. My boy. My... boy. Friend.

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): So...um, how 'bout we don't all do that and everything will be fine yeah? *She doesn't like the unhappy topics.*

Madeline Dane: Stevie: "Great idea."

Nathaniel Dikastis: "Oh..." He laughs then, "Cool, that makes more sense now. Yeah, guess ya gotta keep it that color then."

Michelle Morgan: "That, too." She smiles and nods to Nate. "We've got to respect the Earth and the ecosystem she holds and nutures, or eventually, she and that ecosystem are going to start fighting back. And it's a lot bigger then us."

Jeff Brolin: *He snorts.* Please. Everything dies. It's not unhappy, it's a FACT.

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She blinks at Jeff, an odd combination of confusion, disappointment and curiousity warring on her face.* So...you...don't like girls?

Michelle Morgan: ((Y'all have the silly way to do it. We have the ST Hive-Mind...we all have our own brain, they're just all connected! Like the Borg! Or Blood Brothers...))

Madeline Dane: Jeff: "Yeah, but everything at once? That would make things... dull."

Nathaniel Dikastis: Jeff> "Of course, that's the Mother's cycle, just like plants die off each year but they are reborn the followin' year. But ya start takin' out whole species 'n there is always repercussions - if predator, then the prey starts to overrun the area, if prey, then the predators start starvin', or goin' into unfriendly territories... it's like a balance that needs to be kept."

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She frowns at Jeff and pokes him* But EVERYTHING shouldn't die forever...

Nathaniel Dikastis: (Resistance is futile....)

Michelle Morgan: "Everything dies, Jeff," she says, casting a glance his way. "But it doesn't mean we have to rush it along. There's a natural order to it."

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back to Stevie.* Of course I like girls. Prefer women, though. Limiting yourself by sex alienates the possibility of the highest form of pleasure. *He smirks.* But I still just like yeh like a little sister. No offense.

Jeff Brolin: *And something suddenly... frustrates him, as he looks back to Stevie.* I KNOW he'll be back, *he growls, in sudden frustration, eyes narrowing.*

Madeline Dane: Madeline studies Jeff for a moment at his comment.

Madeline Dane: Madeline leans back at Jeff's outburst.

Nathaniel Dikastis: He looks over at Jeff, "Who? Somebody else leave or disappear?"

Michelle Morgan: She looks at Jeff, blinking a moment, as she connects the statements about boyfriends, everything dying, and him being back...then she nods to him with a faint, empathetic smile. "Then he will be, Jeff."

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She blinks, meeping and moving back away from Jeff a bit. Bewildered, hurt, first the comment about being a little sister after he'd said bouncing on him later would be great then the growling.* What'd I do? *In a very very very small voice.*

Jeff Brolin: *He shakes his head. Eyes remaining narrowed.* It's nothin', *he mutters, and gets up.* I need t'ge the fuck outta here. Can continue the twenty four hours ... later, mebbe, or extend it, I don't give a fuck.

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back over to Michelle. The temper not QUITE over with. He just shakes his head.*

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She scrambles up and moves around in front of Jeff, eyes wide and sad.* Please don't be mad at me....

Nathaniel Dikastis: He shakes his head, "No dude, I think we've both had enough. It was a good joke 'n all, but everythin' runs it course." Feels like somehow they touched a nerve that should have been left alone.

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back to Nate.* A deal's a fuckin' deal. I keep my goddamned promises. *He looks back over to Stevie.* Sorry, kiddo. Need t'get the fuck outta here.

Michelle Morgan: She sighs and nods to Jeff. "In all honesty, guys...I should probably get going myself. It's been great hanging with you all...but I've got a radio show to do early tomorrow, and these days, 4:30's a bit past my bedtime." She looks around the table, offering them all smiles. "Great to meet you all...I hope we run into each other soon." ((Because while Michelle may be able to take a day off 'cause she's famous if she's too tired, I cannot. And work calls in 6.5 hours.))

Nathaniel Dikastis: He nods to Michelle, touching Stevie's arm with a smile. "Yeah, it's gettin' late, lost track of time talkin'. I got classes tomorrow. Gonna be runnin' on coffee 'n tea all day."

Madeline Dane: "See you around Jeff. Great meeting you Michelle." ((See you around then))

Nathaniel Dikastis: He just nods to Jeff, not sayin' anything else about it right now.

Jeff Brolin: *He shrugs, and he does wait for Nate (that rhymes!) patiently. He looks back to Michelle.* Sorry, *he mutters.*

Nathaniel Dikastis: (*hugs all* Thanks for the scenes!)

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): Mmkay...but just so long as you're not mad at me. An...if you ever change you mind 'bout me bein' a kid sister, 'n all...*She mumbles the rest*

Nathaniel Dikastis: (*Thwaps*) He nods to Michelle, "Yeah, it was really cool meetin' 'n talkin' to ya." Somewhere in the converstation his awe of the star slipped into a nice plain conversation.

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): *She sighs as everyone makes to leave at the same time.*

Michelle Morgan: "No need." She leans over and puts a hand on Jeff's arm, smiling to him and leaning in to kiss his cheek and whisper to him before she moves to go.

Stevie Marie Grayson (PM if Fae/Etc): ((*hugs all* Ninight guys! Thanks for the scene!))

Michelle Morgan -> Jeff Brolin: "You're not the only one who wants to see their loved ones again some day. I know we will, too."

Nathaniel Dikastis: He leaves with the one he came with, not pushing Jeff to talk unless he wants too.

Michelle Morgan: ((*Hugs all around*))

Nathaniel Dikastis: (Dropping character, but player still around for a bit)

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back to Michelle.* Thanks, *he mutters, and he looks back to Stevie. He nods once and follows Nate out.*