head_psychic | SIX DEGREES KARAOKE (Tammy Award Party for wolfwithaguitar)

Taking a quick look around Shawn nods in approval. Yeah, this is definitely it. The place where Randy's gonna get his well-deserved celebration big time. Renting the karaoke bar had proved even easier than he had imagined: Just some observations about certain employees and dirty deals, neatly packed into a breathtaking vision and the owner was even more than willing to make the place available. Acknowledgment of gratitude, which, of course, Shawn couldn't decline. That would have been totally rude.

The SIX DEGREES karaoke bar is a big place that somehow managed to stay comfy nevertheless. There are round tables near the bar as well as lounges in the corners. The bar itself is more of the modern kind but without looking too freaky to keep looking at it after five beers. The stage is actually perfect. Shawn checked it out, everybody should be able to see it.

It's all there, everything is ready so he hums a happy little tune as he waits for Randy and the guys to show up for the soundcheck. Not that he particularly cares if someone else decides to drop by early. If nobody shows up at all it doesn't really matter as well. Because it would only take him one call and approximately ten minutes to turn the event into something even more official than it already is and find enough random people on the street.

Yeah. No matter what, this is going to be awesome.

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"Well then that's at least something good that's come out of it." She gives a small smile, blushing a little. "And really, it's kind of my fault, because I asked Randy to ask Shawn if you were coming, so it's probably because of me."

A dry laugh. "Randy doesn't normally do parties. He's a really quiet guy unless he's playing with his band. This is sort of freakish for him. But he deserves it. Everyone knows he does."

Which is why she's intent on surprising him, because he's her best friend and he's done a lot for her. The least she can do is give back to him and maybe try to help if he starts getting flustered.

"But I am just totally excited about getting to know you. I mean, I've only been with the detective bureau for a little less than a year now and obviously, you know way more about this stuff than I do."

It's difficult not to let his ego get the better of him for a second.

Respect, Lassiter is used to, that comes with the title. Or, it used to, before Spencer started plonking himself down in his lap and groping his head in laughable displays of psychic ability on a regular basis. Subordinates are starting to get a little too friendly, for his liking. McNab, for example, approaching him for advice on his lovelife? Completely inappropriate. Completely Spencer's fault.

Excitement, though. About meeting him? That's something completely different that he's not encountered in years. Except for that middle-aged stripper who'd had too much too drink a few months back, and she didn't count. He didn't want her to count.

"Most of the things I know now, can't be taught by someone else; you learn it through experience." He stops at the door back in to the bar. If his hands weren't full, he would have opened it and held it for Tara to go through first. "Is there no one in your department that could act as a mentor for you?"

"Well everyone in my department is senior to me." Tara nods a little as she holds the door. "I work with a great guy who's been with the department for awhile now. But I figured it's best to try and learn from as many people as possible. Kinda like Batman."

After all that was what made Batman, Batman, wasn't it? Traveling the world and learning from the best. Except for the whole having a lot of money thing. Yeah, that probably helped too. She shrugged.

"It's just that we're doing something really special and I don't want to screw it up."

"Who's doing something special? Your department?" He knows better than to pry too deeply, but for a moment he's lost the thread of what they are talking about and he needs to clarify.

There are electric guitars and a drum kit on stage, it's a pretty safe guess that Randy doesn't play the kind of music that he would normally listen to. He can give them a fair chance, though; he won an award, apparently. There's also something that looks suspiciously like a karaoke machine up there, which makes him wince. That's not going to happen.

"Where am I taking this?" He lifts the box a little in his arms to gesture to it.

"Well just the police force in general. I mean, we're helping people...making the world a better place." She beams. It's clear that she's an idealist and that she has her head a little bit in the clouds.

She nods her head over to the table where Deanna is sitting, waiting for Brendan to get back. "We'll leave it with Deanna until the boys get back. Brendan is probably trying to keep Randy from getting too nervous."

A small smile. "But I mean, it's a pretty cool job, isn't it? I love what I do."

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