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[teetheyes]

[His voice bellows from the speakers with a crisp tone.]

Is this thing on--that's better.

[The nightmare clears his throat, then whistles a melody.]

Here's a little song I wrote, you might want to sing it note for note.

Don't worry. Be happy.

In every life we have some trouble, when you worry you make it double.

Don't worry. Be happy. Don't worry, be happy now.

Woooo ooo ooo ooooh ooh ooh ooh ooo ooo ooo ooooh...

Wooh ooh ooh ooo ooo ooo ooooh...

Wooh ooh ooh ooo ooooh.

[ooc: Blame this. Cori will be singing the entire song over and over and over from a state of the art karaoke system on the roof of their apartment building. Please join in if your characters wish to battle the Dust Witch. I'm sorry Poly. ((Halted due to a wrestle by midnight!))]

Comments

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

I'm not drunk enough. Especially this song.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I have SoCoooh ooh ooo ooooh.

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

Gimme.

Then I'll be happy.

[Half hearted hum.]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[An Alabama Chaingang on the rocks.]

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

Don't be stingy.

And I'll be happy.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Finally, that's over. I made a fucking fool of myself.

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

You're not going to be generous anymore?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Have at it. The more liquor the less likely anyone will remember this.

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

I think you sing well enough. Nothing to be too embarrassed about.

[More liquor.]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Honestly?

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

Honest. If you really have to be self-depreciating, nitpick your song choice. Other than that, Cori, s'fine.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Any other requests?

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

I'm thinking. I'm thinking...

Fuck if I know.

Gimme something to drink to. Nothing too nostalgic.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Know any White Russians?

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

Delicious taste.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Discriminating palate.

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

Other than taste, nope.

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

I distinctly remember you asking if I wanted more song...

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Kind of... busy, at the moment.

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

Oh fuck you.

Guess a radio will work. And your stash.

Fuck it all.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

The shit I do to keep an old man from getting himself killed.

How's the vodka?

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

Delish. S'helping my mood. I'm sure you didn't want more anyway.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Good to know. How've you been?

[Taking a seat on the rooftop again, empty glass held to her for a shot.]

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

A bit pissy. Bored. Horny. Nothing out of the ordinary over all.

[Notices glass and scrounges for bottle of whatever, not really glancing fills it up.]

We're s'pose to kick the shit out of Bea one of these days.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Count your blessings, the witch John had a hard on for was going to sew his face shut.

[Noting she filled it with tequila. That works. He takes it down.]

Anything to relive a time before this one huh?

[He means a time before the City.]