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

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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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"And you're very cranky," Shawn replies. "It's vaporing the air, like too much sweet perfume. Which wouldn't be so bad if your defensiveness wasn't adding that musky scent. Mixed together that's a real horrible odor of leavemethehellalone, which isn't exactly the best choice for a party. Dude, cheer up! I'll give you a 'Randy-fan!' button for free!"

"I don't even know who this Randy guy is," Ray's eyes go wide and emphatic before he swipes at the beer bottle and brings it to his lips. "Nobody's gonna pay for those things."

"And if you weren't here, then I wouldn't be so musky." He fails to add that if Shawn weren't here in the first place, then neither would Ray. Talk about a sick sense of curiosity taking the better of him.

"You mean, I make you musky?" Laughing, Shawn leans onto the counter and flashes him a grin. "Wow, I can't remember the last time someone told me something like that."

Ray should have seen that coming. He's the sharp one, the witty one, the one with a comeback for every eventuality. He covers his shock up pretty well, he thinks - only a slight cough into the neck of the bottle, a few drips of beer escaping from the corner of his mouth and a split-second deer-caught-in-headlights expression - and then his wiping the back of his hand over his lips to catch the drops and setting his drink back down.

He hopes Shawn didn't attend any 'Reading Body Language 101' classes whilst he was studying for a fake psychic certificate. "You're one of a few," he coughs again behind a fist and sends Shawn an indiscernable look in response to the grin. "What're you drinking?"

"Think I'll have the same." Shawn shrugs, letting Vecchio off the hook and sits down on the counter, legs dangling against empty boxes underneath.

Taking a sip his eyes dart around the room for a second as he makes sure nobody needs anything. He's still the host after all. Besides, a few interactions he just spotted could be filed for possible psychic moments later. He just has to make sure he doesn't mix them up. Meaning, he should be careful with the alcohol.

Not that Shawn doesn't drink, he does but he's going to make sure he doesn't end up drunk. He shivers inwardly when he remembers the first time in his life he got really drunk, the hard, stupid way, the way only a teenage boy does when he tries to be super-cool like that for the first time in his life. God, all the images, his mind suddenly not working anymore at all, no way to focus and all the time more and more impressions clashing down on him... no, Shawn really didn't intend on getting too drunk.

Ray tips his bottle towards Shawn's, faltering for a second before he clangs the necks together. "To me," he toasts, turning his face up to Shawn's with a faint look of defiance.

"Dude! To you," Shawn agrees with a grin. "And the musk," he adds impishly.

Ray rolls his eyes on a sigh but nevertheless, very, very discreetly, gives himself a sniff.

Nope. No musk. Just cologne.

Phew.

"So," he sighs again and looks behind him at the stage and the people milling about. "Tell me again why I'm here?"

"You are here, because Randy - by the way, you should really get a button - won a Tammy Award, scoring as the hottest musician. And because he's a little shy and modest I decided to take matters into my own hands and threw a party for him," Shawn explains good-humored.

"Won't go with the Armani," Ray mutters, eyeing the badge stuck to Shawn's chest. Why would Ray (or anyone in their right mind for that matter) want to walk around in public with a picture of someone they don't even know on them? Ray's brain just does not compute.

And instead of asking the most obvious question: WHO THE HELL IS RANDY?! he goes for the more obsure one. "And you're paying for all this?" He gestures round the room, at his beer, at the guests.

"What? Oh no." Shawn shakes his head. "We solved a crime here a few weeks ago and the owner promised me a sponsored party evening to show his gratitude. And then I saw that Randy had won this amazing Award and that he didn't plan to celebrate properly so I just called him up and he was all for it."

Ray's eyebrows climb off his head. "Amazing award? It's a Tammy, pal, not a Grammy."

"So what?" Shawn shrugs. "Dude, nobody else here in this room scored as Hottest Musician. That makes Randy the Hottest Musician in the room. He deserves some credit for that!"

Nose scrunches up Ray's face. "Bet I could do better than him," he grunts, under his breath.

"Ohh, really!" Shawn's face lights up. "Alright, you're on."

Insanity pills. That's what he's on. But dammit it, there's something instilled in Ray that just doesn't let him back down from a bet. Only in the most dire circumstances would he do that. Like if he could die from it. And the most that could happen tonight is social-suicide, but hell, he won't be seeing these people again so why not?

He sniffs and glances back at the stage. "Terms?"

Following his gaze Shawn thinks for a moment, the smirk still on his face. Oh yeah, this was definitely where he wanted this party going.

"You. And me. Up there." He points at the stage. "Duo."

Ray's jaw drops an inch at a time, until it's somewhere hovering above the floor. "No," he pushes away from the bar, "no way. A duet? With you? You've gotta be kidding me." He gives Shawn a look like he's just grown an extra head. "Nothing could entice me to sing with you."

Shawn looks affronted. "Dude, you're chickening out? I was offering you some assistance here! I mean, I was on American Duos, we even made it to the second round!"

"You'll cramp my style," Ray protests, arms flying out to the sides to emphasise his point. "And I'm nowhere near drunk enough for me to let you do that. Besides, I don't like you." He tips his head, ear meets shoulder, then it rights itself again. "I only sing with people I like."

"Pshh!" Shawn rolls his eyes. "I'll cramp your style? Dude, you'd never make it into showbiz if you can't arrange yourself with stuff like that. You can't only sing with people you like, I mean, what if you have something like a band battle? Or a tribute concert? Bet Randy wouldn't have any problems singing with me. Which is why he won that award."

"I can and I will," Ray retorts, narrowly missing the addition of a childish just see if I won't! "I'll be so big I'll get to choose who I sing with and if I don't like you?" He gives a flippant wave of his hand. "You're off the bill. And don't think you can get me with any of that reverse psychology crap. Like I said," he meets Shawn's gaxe, "I'm not drunk yet."

[ooc: We should so zoom forward in this thread to later on in the evening, drunk!Ray and Shawn, duet-ing on stage! XD]

I'm not drunk yet.

Vecchio is right about that. Only that it changes after a while. First, the yet slowly vanishes, then the not becomes kinda lonely and starts to follow. Shawn manages to get him on stage and a huge grins spreads over his face while he gets his mic.

This is going to be so much fun!

The right music might not be playing but that doesn't stop Ray. In fact, with no music playing at all right now, it only seems to propel Ray on to fill up the silence with his own...voice.

"Love can touch us one time
And last for a lifetime
And never go till we're one..."

He's swaying precariously on the stage, both hands clasped around a mic, eyes closed, singing from memory.

"Love was when I loved you
One true time I hold to
In my life we'll always go on..."

The words are slurred, peppered with hiccups, trailing off each time he sucks in a deep breath to howl louder at the crowd. His tie is all askew but he's feeling good. Loose-limbed, loose-tongued.

"Loose, baby! Whooo, YEAH!" He flings out his arms, opens his eyes to his audience and pretends he's flying.

"Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and oooooooooooooooonnn....."

Oh, this is awesome. This is even better than Shawn expected and he expected a lot from getting Vecchio up here. There is nothing as fun as the right karaoke feeling.

Which they should definitely get with the next song Shawn choses out of the playlist.

"Cheers for my good friend Ray! Who would have totally nice hair. If a little more of it was left! Just in case you didn't figure it out yourself, my psychic abilities just provided me with the knowledge that we will sing together now. For you!"

Shawn hits the button that starts the song, a big grin on his face. Oh yeah. He's definitely having a good time. Organizing this event was definitely worth it.

"I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty,
I feel pretty and witty and bright!
And I pity
Any girl who isn't me tonight.

I feel charming,
Oh, so charming
It's alarming how charming I feel!
And so pretty
That I hardly can believe I'm real.

See the pretty girl in that mirror there:
Who can that attractive girl be?
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!"

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