Jeff Brolin [karaoke bar]: ((*erases roll, and starts*)) *He sits at a bar, looking up on stage. A small grin on his face. He seems rather cheery, actually. Not too many people out. Far too many people remaining inside, terrified, or those going to see The Omen. He ponders. He liked the original better.*

Laurel Hensley: She pushes the door open and slips inside, shrugging her shoulders a little bit when she looks around. The woman who embodies cute has a spider-web fabric black top on, which leaves her shoulders bare, and a skirt that ends a bit above the knee. A little bone choker encircles her neck. She looks around the establishment before making her way to the bar.

Jeff Brolin [karaoke bar]: *He does indeed notice her breasts.* I know those, *he mutters.*

Laurel Hensley: She looks up, noting Jeff and pausing there, a little unsure. She offers him a weak smile and nods. "Hello. Jeff, right?"

Jeff Brolin [karaoke bar]: Yeah. Laurel's breasts, right?

Laurel Hensley: She blushes, but nods with a bit of a chuckle. "Yeah. That's them, all right." She takes a deep breath and moves to the bar, ordering a Cosmo. "How are you?"

Jeff Brolin [karaoke bar]: M'okay, *he says with a smirk.* Good night. An' the world not endin' pretty much made my day.

Laurel Hensley: She smirks a little bit at that. "Maybe they'll be a couple days late. The calendar's not perfect."

Jeff Brolin [karaoke bar]: Mebbe, *he says with a smirk.* Didn't offend yeh the other night, did I?

Laurel Hensley: "No. It's..." She takes the drink and sips at it, using the action to choose her words. "I've had a rough couple weeks. Nothing you did."

Jeff Brolin [karaoke bar]: Cool, *he says with a nod.* Cuz yanno... I'm not totally evil, an' shit. Just mostly. Diet evil.

Laurel Hensley: She smiles to him, finally taking a seat on a stool. "You don't seem so bad to me. I've seen some pretty evil people in my time."

Jeff Brolin [karaoke bar]: Me too, *he says, and he looks up.* So, you sing, or just come here to listen to "Momma, don't let your babies grow up to be Cowboys?" Sung by a three hundred pound man from Queens?

Laurel Hensley: "I...mostly play, actually. Cello." She gives a little smile, looking down. "I can sing, though. You?"

Jeff Brolin [karaoke bar]: Mmmh... I'm not GREAT at it, but I like to. S'more fun that way. *He rolls his shoulders.* I'm a dancer.

Laurel Hensley: "I just...like music." She smiles...a real, genuine smile, without shyness or hesitance. "It's...divinity."

Jeff Brolin [karaoke bar]: *He grins.* Now THAT I can respect. Any music. *He pauses, and shudders.* Except for THAT.

Laurel Hensley: She nods with a soft chuckle. "Everyone should be able to sing," she says with a rueful sigh. "The world would be a better place that way."

Jeff Brolin [karaoke bar]: We can only pray it'll be that way. All things shall perish from under the sky. Musica alone shall live never t'die. Fuck me, I need a drink.

Laurel Hensley: "I'll drink to that," she says with a slight smile, and does just that, finishing off her Cosmo and ordering another one. She looks up to the stage, then back to Jeff. "So...who's going first?"

Jeff Brolin [karaoke bar]: *He grins.* I put m'name in a while ago. But they're bein' slow. Think I need a couple tequila shots.

Laurel Hensley: She chuckles a little bit. "Get the shots laid out...I'll take a couple myself. I'm going to go put my name in." And she slides off the stool with a grin to Jeff, heading to do just that.

Jeff Brolin [karaoke bar]: *He knocks on the bar.* Y'heard the lady. Four shots, por favor, mate.

Laurel Hensley: She slips a piece of paper with her name and a song into the bowl, and walks back, smiling a little bit. "Ooh. Just what the doctor ordered." She grins at Jeff and takes her place back on the stool. "To music."

Jeff Brolin [karaoke bar]: *He clinks a shotglass to hers.* T'music. Yanno... I feel like we've met before. Weird, huh? *He smirks.* Not a pickup like either. *He throws back his shot.*

Laurel Hensley: She smiles faintly and nods a bit. "Yeah...me, too." She looks at the shot, and murmurs "To Music" once more before knocking the shot back, slamming the glass down on the bar.

Jeff Brolin [karaoke bar]: *He takes the second shot, and it's... well... painful. He looks up.* Callin' my name. Cover your ears. *He winks.*

Jeff Brolin [karaoke bar]: *He clops up to the stage noisily, with his boots, and clears his throat.*

Jeff Brolin [karaoke bar]: d10: Cha+Perf (WP): 3,6,1,5,4,7,

Laurel Hensley: She turns to watch, knocking her second back before punding the bar twice for another round of shots to be ready when Jeff gets back. A smile on her face as she listens.

Jeff Brolin [karaoke bar]: ((What did I do to offend you, die roller?)) *He sings, and he manages to stay on key, at the very least.*

Laurel Hensley: On-key is enough for her. She smiles a little, watching him as she leans back against the bar.

Jeff Brolin [karaoke bar]: *And he enjoys himself. He clops back to the bar, and he looks back to her.* Mmmh. Okay, so I was goin' for impressing yeh. Didn't work, I take it.

Laurel Hensley: "Could've been worse," she says with a little grin. "Good enough to earn you another couple shots."

Jeff Brolin [karaoke bar]: *He beams at that.* And this is why you're currently my favorite person.

Laurel Hensley: She chuckles, that hint of color coming to her cheeks again, and she picks up a shot to raise to him. "Why, thank you."

Jeff Brolin [karaoke bar]: *He takes the shot offered, and takes a gulp back.* To music, *he offers again.*

Jeff Brolin [karaoke bar]: ((fade))