Who: Emma and Katie When: Wednesday, 23 March (backdated) Where: a pub. with karaoke What: singing and drinking and gods know what Rating: PG-13 I'm sure at least for the language Status: Threading
After several drinks, and several songs, Emma found herself caught by a fit of giggles. She didn't normally giggle, but-- "The bloke." She leaned in to whisper to Katie, her voice nowhere near as low as she meant it to be. "By the stage. The one looks like his trousers are about to fall off his arse." Which sent her off into another quick spate of giggles. "Merlin, I don't giggle like this, I swear." She touched her heart with her hand. "But if you look-- you'll see the tattoo. On his hip." And it was just so bloody cute it was unbelievable, as butch as the bloke looked.
She took another large gulp from her pint, head cocked. "When're you getting up there, yeah?" she teased.