Persephone (demonsjazz) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2011-10-13 20:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | #group scene, 2009-08-23, bianca, delta, persephone |
Ooh la la I can stop the bleed
Who: Bianca, Delta and Persephone
When: Night
Where: A bar with karaoke
Scarlet Oak had yet to throw anything interesting at her. Persephone had been there for a few days and she still hadn't found anything that was interesting or fun. Sure there'd been that one guy in Ann Arbor who'd needed only a little bit of a nudge before he carried on with drinking himself past a stupor. If Persephone heard news about someone who had died in whichever hospital was closest of liver failure, alcohol poisoning, kidney shutdown or whatever it was that could happen when they drank too much then she'd chalk that down as a mark for herself.
But tonight that didn't matter because tonight she was looking for something new to do. And by 'new' she meant something that she actually liked but hadn't done in a long time, and never in this specific place. Karaoke bars were always good for finding the type of people she could stand for a few days. Some of them started out all nice and sweet, or even awkward, but by the end they'd be giving in to all of those desires they'd never had the nerve to live up to before. Persephone had tingles just thinking about it. Her eyes were probably even sparkling brighter than anything she was wearing at the time when she moved to the bar to order whatever this bartender's idea of the strongest drink was. So help her if they gave her something girly just because she was in a skirt.
"Any good songs here?" Persephone asked, reaching for the flip book that listed them all, along with a scrap of paper and a pen. Someone answered, but she wasn't listening, she was looking. No one had the right idea of what 'good song' meant. They looked at her and thought she was into whatever was modern just because she looked like she was in her early twenties. Please, she couldn't stand half the things that these mortals liked now. If you didn't give it that bit of a jazz twist then she wouldn't listen to it more than once unless it was because she was at a club and then? She wasn't listening. Oh, but she did like Cat Stevens and if she sang something like that then no one in the world would ever think she was up to no good. Perfect; oh, wait. That was Emma-Lee's Shot in the Dark. Definite winner. "Hey cutie, since there's no one up there how about you play this for me." It wasn't even a question. She gave that smile she'd been told was adorable and claimed her drink, taking a long sip before striding up to take the microphone. And when the beat started up she sang without needing the words.