"It really did. I might actually win an arguement or two with Kennedy with that on my side," she joked. Although the idea of hanging it over her co-cell leader was risky. The Slayer Brat was not one to be messed with.
"Karaoke?" she echoed, surprised by the question. "I've done it before, but not for a while." The point dawned on her. "They even have a karaoke area? People were not kidding about the full service part." She couldn't imagine herself getting up in front of a bunch of strangers and singing, but the people who were brave enough were usually entertaining.
The idea of a nice, sympathetic higher being was both foreign and comforting. By the past tense, it looked like she was no longer in the city. That was unfortunate. She sounded like someone to meet. "It's too bad the Powers That Be couldn't have taken a few lessons from her," she said. "She sounds like a great person to be around."
A small shrug led the answer. "Once in a while. When the slime demon doesn't get his mucky hands on your new coat or a vampire rips the sleeve off your shirt trying to get to your neck." She shook her head in mock solemnity. "The life of a Slayer's wardrobe is a short and brutal one."