"Yeah, I imagine open mic night would be much more his speed. Much as I loathe to shoot down the strippers and cake idea," Emerson remarked with a weighted sigh. "But make sure you sing something sexy for him. It's his birthday, but you have to embarrass him a little bit. Isn't that like a rule or something?" The witch jumped up on the little stage, taking a good look around.
"I can do a couple numbers just to make sure you don't have nothing but amateur night up here too," he offered again, hands shoved in his pockets. "I'm not complete shit, and that's not just me giving myself too much credit."