SIX DEGREES KARAOKE (Tammy Award Party for wolfwithaguitar)

[head_psychic]

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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[prince-of-la.livejournal.com]

Brendan has finally found a parking space and wrangled his way inside. More importantly, he's there with the woman of his dreams.

As usual, the architect who has a million bucks looks like a million. Jeans, a dress shirt and a suit jacket, dress casual but he's comfortable. Deanna is sitting next to him and he finds it hard to take his eyes off her, but forces himself to do it so he doesn't faint. She's beautiful, with her short dark hair and her easy smile, and he's easily distracted.

He wants to set things right with her and give a relationship a real try. And he wants to support his best friend. And if that means borrowing his car and driving all the way up to Santa Barbara, so be it. He doesn't know anybody else, but who cares? It's a party!

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

When Shawn spots the couple he quickly appears from out of nowhere and right in front of them.

"Welcome! I'm Shawn Spencer, your friendly host and concessions vendor. Feel free to contact me when you're in need of merchandise. We have Randy-Fan-T-shirts, buttons, caps and fluorescent bars for the slow songs."

[prince-of-la.livejournal.com]

Brendan is somewhat bemused. Now he understands why Randy suggested that he and this guy might get along. Granted, if he hadn't been doing most of the driving, he might be a little more animated too. While Deanna is just laughing, Bren chuckles and nods a little.

"Shawn. Brendan Thompson. Randy's neighbor and sort of unofficial sidekick." He's British, so the accent is impossible to miss. "Pleased to meet you. Impressive setup you've got here. He's probably breathing into a paper bag or something."

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"Always a pleasure to meet unofficial sidekicks. I got one myself. But don't tell him I called him that, he gets all girly and touchy over it."

Shawn's grin broadens. "Dude, I should totally interview you on stage what it's like to live next to the star of the evening. How about it? As for the paper bag thingy - I can feel that Randy needs and deserves this. The spirits nod in agreement. There's a lot of nodding going on right now. And don't worry, I've been working as a lifeguard once, I'll look out for him."

[prince-of-la.livejournal.com]

"I'll trust you on that one," Brendan says with a nod. Though he's a pretty affable guy, he's also secretly protective of his friends, including Randy. He can guess at what's going through Randy's head right now and the last thing he wants to see is the world crashing out from under him because something goes out of control. Not that he can do anything to stop it, but still.

Clearing his throat, the other man nods in the direction of the similarly petite Hispanic woman (http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/3/3f/200px-Nip_Tuck_Grace_Santiago.jpg) sitting next to him. "Shawn, this is Deanna Vincent. She's a friend of mine and Randy's." He's not inclined to say 'girlfriend,' because they've only been on two dates, months ago, but 'friend' seems good enough.

Deanna, being a waitress, knows how to handle people. She just smiles and nods. "Hi," she says, obviously glad to not be the one doing all the serving for once.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"Hi Deanna! It's awesome you're here." Shawn beams at her. "It's awesome both of you are here. Awesome like in I'm in awe but not only some because I really am in awe because apparently Randy has only amazing friends. So it's actually more awemuch. So!"

Shawn takes a look around for the waiters. "Since you are Randy's friends I officially declare you to VIP guests. If I find some straws I'll make you VIP bands. I'll see what I can do. In the meantime, want something to drink? First one's on the house. Since you are now VIP."

[prince-of-la.livejournal.com]

"That would be fabulous, actually," Brendan admits, considering he spent a couple hours navigating an SUV through freeway traffic while subjecting his friends to Billy Ocean. "Ginger ale, easy on the ice...."

He looks over at his not-really-sort-of-possibly-girlfriend (he has no idea what to call her now, even though he's known her for years) to see what she wants. There are things he's' still learning. They've only been on two dates and the second was interrupted by the fact that he ran over a car with a JCB.

"Glass of water would be great, thanks," she says easily, with a small smile. She can sense he's trying. Maybe too hard, but he's trying.

Satisfied, Brendan nods and turns back to Shawn. "You want me to go see if he's done having a panic attack?" he quips, meaning Randy.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Shawn scribbles down their wishes and hands the paper to a waiter, giving him the somewhat silly 'This is serious business' look.

"Oh yeah!" Turning back to Brendan and Deanna, the grin slips neatly back into place. "Sounds like a great idea. Oh, and he said something about a bottle of water earlier, maybe you can bring it?"

[prince-of-la.livejournal.com]

Brendan is already half out of his chair. He might not get to be Randy's loyal partner (that'd be Tara), but he is that guy. The guy who handles all the other stuff. And he knows what his friend needs.

"On it, mate."

With a nod at Deanna, who has been around him long enough to understand these things, Brendan swipes a bottle of water from the bar and manuevers his way to go find his friend. He knows that Randy will be fine. He just needs time and space.

Randy's too good a guy to be kept down for too long.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"Tell him he's the man! Make it smooth, like in the movies!" Shawn yells after him. "And of course he can have all the merchandise he wants for free!"