"Ouch." David winced, though he was not at all serious about it, being of the belief that he could easily out sing most piano bar patrons on any given day. "That bad, huh?" He gave the room a cursory glance. As far as he could tell, Ariel was right and there was really no competition at .
He was about to order a drink (scotch, neat) when he winced again, this time for real. As if the fact that his estranged daughter turned fifteen the next day wasn't enough to make him feel old. "Rub it in, kid." Emphasis on kid. He shook his head and ordered his drink. "I don't expect to lose, though. So you'd better either have something really impressive up your sleeve, or prepare for defeat."