Meaghan will deflect until the end of time (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mmmcc) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} neeps,@ 2017-11-19 21:39:00 |
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| Entry tags: | ! log, david urquhart, meaghan mccormack |
Who: Meaghan McCormack and David Urquhart, mention of Tor and Joy
What: Karaoke night scenes
When: Evening of Friday 20th October
Where: The Windsor, Fenchurch, London
“Still not singing,” David insisted as he leaned back into his chair and watched one of their other teammates sing their heart out. Rather badly. “And I will buy the next round if it keeps you from bothering me about it.”
Meaghan went pffffft immediately - then paused because she was human and Scottish and she liked a free drink much as anyone. But nah, “I can afford my own,” she scoffed, like that was even the point with free drinks. “Money won't getcha outta everything Urq, 'specially not fun.”
David shrugged. “Okay. I’ll still buy the next round. But karaoke isn’t fun and the fact that I’m here should count for something.” His presence should be enough. It’s not like he was skimping out on team bonding and putting himself above them all.
There was just. No good way to admit that that kind of attention unnerved him and he wanted nothing of it.
Well Meaghan wasn't gonna say no to that. Keeping that in mind for future too, Ickleurq could be counted on for a round sometimes even without getting something from it. “Sure it does, just not much,” she said. “Don't take much to sit inna chair with a face and drink, does it?” She drained her glass and added, “How d’you know it ain't fun anyways, you ever tried it?”
“I just don’t sing.” And it should count, David thought privately. Being around a lot of people was never short of exhausting. “I don’t like to,” he clarified.
Meaghan gave him her best what're-you-talking-about face. “Your mum’s a singer,” she pointed out, as if that negated any liking or disliking. “You can't be that bad.”
He gave her his best so-what face in return. And then asked her. If his questioning expression had been at all unclear. “What does my mother singing have anything to do with me?”
Even though that was a really dumb question Meaghan didn't roll her eyes as hard as it deserved, mainly because she was distracted by a particularly bad high note from their teammates. "You'd of got some o' that in the wossname, womb. S'what mums're for, well-known fact.
"So when's that next round o' yours comin'? 'Cause if my eyes do not deceive I gotta empty glass here and that is a damn sad sorry state of affairs."
David waved the nearest server over to them, and gestured to Meaghan. “We’ll need two more of these, thanks.”
As Meaghan was up there, feeling the music and clearly thoroughly enjoying herself, David grinned and clapped and even whistled at a particularly scandalous move. “I’m very impressed,” he told her with a straight face once she sat back down. “You’re incredibly talented.”
“Damn skippy I am,” she said immediately, even though she'd been more yellin’ than singing. There was more than one kind of talent after all and she bloody well had it where it counted. “Come by it honest an’ everythin’. Surprised your ickle posh ears could handle it.”
“I’m full of surprises,” David waved an airy hand, and knocked back the rest of his drink. “What was that song called, anyway? I’ve never heard it.” Probably Muggle, that was why. Stick in the mud he might be, but with Agnes Fraser for a mother, you didn’t live in her house and not know everything there was to know about music, classical or otherwise.
Meaghan waved a waitress over. Singing was thirsty work, and with Urq just finishing his he'd want another anyways. "S'Bad Reputation," She said with a smirk, because the title came up like twenty times in the song. You could probably guess the name just from that. "Joan Jett. Kirl showed me her. Fuckin' legend she is, only muggly so I reckon that's why you ain't heard." She couldn't picture posh types like Urq being into muggle music except to rebel. There were more like hoity-toity shit in other languages, shaky big voices like they were gonna sob, or Celestina like her mum.
It was a fair assumption - both that the song was a Muggle one, and that its title was ‘Bad Reputation,’ given the number of times it’d been shouted by Meaghan through a microphone, so David merely shrugged in acknowledgment. “My musical education is rather lacking when it comes to Muggle contributions.” He paused, hesitating. “Maybe I’ll have to give it a proper listen. This Joan Jett person.”
Meaghan raised her eyebrows, her smirk widening into a grin. She couldn't tell if he was really interested in checking out muggle music or if he was just trying to be polite or some shit, but really, who cared? It was funny either way, and she'd either hold him to it or make fun of him for not following through. Win-win for her no matter what. "Yeah? Maybe we'll hafta find you some other crap to 'give a listen' then too."
She hopped to her feet within seconds of the song starting, before Tor even opened his mouth. It was that kinda song. "WOOOOO," Meaghan called, one hand cupped around her mouth, the other tugging at David's arm to get him up too. "C'mon Urq, you gotta stand for this one, it's proper Scottish."
“Proper Scottish?” David repeated, slightly incredulous, but allowed Meaghan to pull him up all the same. “Why are we ‘woo’-ing? I don’t know this song, either, I -- ” Ugh. Why did people willingly do this karaoke thing? Just why.
"It's a Scottish band and Scottish song it's even got Scottish words innit." Or at least one Scottish word anyway, and maybe talk about getting drunk kinda made it Scottish too, whatever. And you wouldn't catch English walking that far for anyone, selfish bastards. "See right there it was then dyou hear it??"
David gave Meaghan an unamused look. “I hear it, all right.” (He didn’t hear it. This whole place was so bloody loud David could barely hear his own thoughts.) “I’m clapping,” he said pointedly, making a show of doing so. “See?”
"Good start!" Meaghan yelled back. They weren't the only ones up and getting into it and no wonder, everyone knew this one -- besides Urq anyways, but that's just 'cause it was muggly and he was a baby, it wasn't his fault really. "Here's second verse then just do what I do, it's dead simple!" And it really was, even for him: all she did was keep clapping, and point on the yous and yell back at the one little yelling-back bit, easier even than the shitty dancing Kirl did at Sisters concerts.
“Right.” He replied, more to himself, than Meaghan, eyebrows practically at the top of his forehead, and just focused on clapping more so than yelling back at the singer on stage. David still had no idea what was going on, and at this point, didn’t think that he wanted to.
“I’m getting a headache,” complained David, and held up a hand to stop Meaghan when he saw her mouth opening. “I can handle my liquor just fine, it was you and all that twirling and whatever you were doing earlier,” he gestured flippantly.
"Contributin' to your cultural education is what I was doin'. You gotta swing 'round on the 500 Miles chorus," Meaghan said firmly, even though that was hardly something everyone else in the pub was doing. "Anyways it was only…" she hesitated, because she couldn't actually remember, "...five or ten times or somethin', whatever. No big deal."
He snorted, and took a long sip of his beer. “I think I have the gist of things, but thank you for your dedication.”
"It's like conditioning y'see," she went on, leaning back and waving the hand that didn't have a glass in it. "Gotta get used to spinnin' so next time you get bludgered it won't put you off so much." Yeah, that sounded reasonable. They were going with that.
“Or, you could just not spin me.” Or he could avoid going to karaoke with Meaghan again. There were options, really. None of them overly appealing, well, not without alienating himself from the team which wasn’t going to help anything. “I like music. I don’t even mind dancing on occasion, but this,” David waved a hand derisively. “This is all very loud and there are no rules and I don’t understand it. At all.”
Meaghan laughed -- partly at the thought of David dancing. Any dancing he did probably wasn't "real" dancing, aka the kind she was into. (Her shit was always real.) "What d'you want rules for? Real fun ain't got rules, not real ones anyways."
He shrugged, a bit grumpily. “I like rules.” Rules were sometimes stupid, but then you made new rules, and it was fine. Rules were important. That was how society thrived, with rules in place.
"Yeah?" Meaghan's eyes narrowed and her grin widened. "What if we had a rule that everyone on the team hadda get up there and sing? How's that for a rule?"
“That’s not a rule.” David said, exasperated, and took a long sip of his drink. The only way Meaghan would ever him up there is if he was Imperiused. And even then, that wasn’t a guarantee. “Nor is it going to be.”
"We'll see."
Karaoke night was non-fucking-stop. No sooner did Meaghan hop off the stage, breathless after two-minutes-and-change of rapid-fire singing and dancing ('cause you had to dance when you weren't singing else you were just standing up there like a post) than Tor was taking her place and taking inspiration from her brilliant performance with yet more Queen. She'd been about to head back to her seat and her beer and her teasing of the Ickleurq, but no one with ears and a heart could ignore We Are The Champions. Anyway, Tor couldn't half sing, so she had to try and throw him off by cheering, and then someone handed her a different beer and it'd be rude not to take it, right? Anyways it was a damn good thing to have something to drink during the song, because cheers before, cheers during and cheers after was thirsty work.
She was just turning to go back and introduce what was left of her two beers when Joy came up to her looking excited. After a brief shouted conversation Meaghan was on her way with an extra side of grin, and when she reached David she grabbed his arm again, actually abandoning her additional beer in pursuit of her quest to get him on his feet. "C'MON!!" she yelled. "C'mon c'mon c'moooooon."
David’s expression, quite simply, belonged in a horror story. “Noooooooo, nope, nooooo thank you.” He tried to pull his arm out of her grasp.
“You know this one though,” she insisted, “and see, it's everyone!” Meaghan nodded up front, where a handful of the team were heading for the stage or already there. “It's the team song with the team on team night, you gotta come up!”
“I’m good, really.” He held up his other hand in defense. “I don’t want to.”
Meaghan rolled her eyes and tugged again. "No one'll even hear you, what's the big deal? It's just a good time is all."
David shook his head insistently, and pulled back. “You go. I’ll cheer you on from here.”
She wasn't one to just give up or stop in an argument usually, especially when there was no good reason for him not to come up and he'd have a great time if he did. But just as she was opening her mouth and about to pull back there was the opening chord.
"Urgh fine be boring then," Meaghan said, and turned and ran, jumping onto the stage just as the good part came. Hell if she'd let Urq stop her from having fun even if he didn't want it himself.
Meaghan went pffffft immediately - then paused because she was human and Scottish and she liked a free drink much as anyone. But nah, “I can afford my own,” she scoffed, like that was even the point with free drinks. “Money won't getcha outta everything Urq, 'specially not fun.”
David shrugged. “Okay. I’ll still buy the next round. But karaoke isn’t fun and the fact that I’m here should count for something.” His presence should be enough. It’s not like he was skimping out on team bonding and putting himself above them all.
There was just. No good way to admit that that kind of attention unnerved him and he wanted nothing of it.
Well Meaghan wasn't gonna say no to that. Keeping that in mind for future too, Ickleurq could be counted on for a round sometimes even without getting something from it. “Sure it does, just not much,” she said. “Don't take much to sit inna chair with a face and drink, does it?” She drained her glass and added, “How d’you know it ain't fun anyways, you ever tried it?”
“I just don’t sing.” And it should count, David thought privately. Being around a lot of people was never short of exhausting. “I don’t like to,” he clarified.
Meaghan gave him her best what're-you-talking-about face. “Your mum’s a singer,” she pointed out, as if that negated any liking or disliking. “You can't be that bad.”
He gave her his best so-what face in return. And then asked her. If his questioning expression had been at all unclear. “What does my mother singing have anything to do with me?”
Even though that was a really dumb question Meaghan didn't roll her eyes as hard as it deserved, mainly because she was distracted by a particularly bad high note from their teammates. "You'd of got some o' that in the wossname, womb. S'what mums're for, well-known fact.
"So when's that next round o' yours comin'? 'Cause if my eyes do not deceive I gotta empty glass here and that is a damn sad sorry state of affairs."
David waved the nearest server over to them, and gestured to Meaghan. “We’ll need two more of these, thanks.”
As Meaghan was up there, feeling the music and clearly thoroughly enjoying herself, David grinned and clapped and even whistled at a particularly scandalous move. “I’m very impressed,” he told her with a straight face once she sat back down. “You’re incredibly talented.”
“Damn skippy I am,” she said immediately, even though she'd been more yellin’ than singing. There was more than one kind of talent after all and she bloody well had it where it counted. “Come by it honest an’ everythin’. Surprised your ickle posh ears could handle it.”
“I’m full of surprises,” David waved an airy hand, and knocked back the rest of his drink. “What was that song called, anyway? I’ve never heard it.” Probably Muggle, that was why. Stick in the mud he might be, but with Agnes Fraser for a mother, you didn’t live in her house and not know everything there was to know about music, classical or otherwise.
Meaghan waved a waitress over. Singing was thirsty work, and with Urq just finishing his he'd want another anyways. "S'Bad Reputation," She said with a smirk, because the title came up like twenty times in the song. You could probably guess the name just from that. "Joan Jett. Kirl showed me her. Fuckin' legend she is, only muggly so I reckon that's why you ain't heard." She couldn't picture posh types like Urq being into muggle music except to rebel. There were more like hoity-toity shit in other languages, shaky big voices like they were gonna sob, or Celestina like her mum.
It was a fair assumption - both that the song was a Muggle one, and that its title was ‘Bad Reputation,’ given the number of times it’d been shouted by Meaghan through a microphone, so David merely shrugged in acknowledgment. “My musical education is rather lacking when it comes to Muggle contributions.” He paused, hesitating. “Maybe I’ll have to give it a proper listen. This Joan Jett person.”
Meaghan raised her eyebrows, her smirk widening into a grin. She couldn't tell if he was really interested in checking out muggle music or if he was just trying to be polite or some shit, but really, who cared? It was funny either way, and she'd either hold him to it or make fun of him for not following through. Win-win for her no matter what. "Yeah? Maybe we'll hafta find you some other crap to 'give a listen' then too."
She hopped to her feet within seconds of the song starting, before Tor even opened his mouth. It was that kinda song. "WOOOOO," Meaghan called, one hand cupped around her mouth, the other tugging at David's arm to get him up too. "C'mon Urq, you gotta stand for this one, it's proper Scottish."
“Proper Scottish?” David repeated, slightly incredulous, but allowed Meaghan to pull him up all the same. “Why are we ‘woo’-ing? I don’t know this song, either, I -- ” Ugh. Why did people willingly do this karaoke thing? Just why.
"It's a Scottish band and Scottish song it's even got Scottish words innit." Or at least one Scottish word anyway, and maybe talk about getting drunk kinda made it Scottish too, whatever. And you wouldn't catch English walking that far for anyone, selfish bastards. "See right there it was then dyou hear it??"
David gave Meaghan an unamused look. “I hear it, all right.” (He didn’t hear it. This whole place was so bloody loud David could barely hear his own thoughts.) “I’m clapping,” he said pointedly, making a show of doing so. “See?”
"Good start!" Meaghan yelled back. They weren't the only ones up and getting into it and no wonder, everyone knew this one -- besides Urq anyways, but that's just 'cause it was muggly and he was a baby, it wasn't his fault really. "Here's second verse then just do what I do, it's dead simple!" And it really was, even for him: all she did was keep clapping, and point on the yous and yell back at the one little yelling-back bit, easier even than the shitty dancing Kirl did at Sisters concerts.
“Right.” He replied, more to himself, than Meaghan, eyebrows practically at the top of his forehead, and just focused on clapping more so than yelling back at the singer on stage. David still had no idea what was going on, and at this point, didn’t think that he wanted to.
“I’m getting a headache,” complained David, and held up a hand to stop Meaghan when he saw her mouth opening. “I can handle my liquor just fine, it was you and all that twirling and whatever you were doing earlier,” he gestured flippantly.
"Contributin' to your cultural education is what I was doin'. You gotta swing 'round on the 500 Miles chorus," Meaghan said firmly, even though that was hardly something everyone else in the pub was doing. "Anyways it was only…" she hesitated, because she couldn't actually remember, "...five or ten times or somethin', whatever. No big deal."
He snorted, and took a long sip of his beer. “I think I have the gist of things, but thank you for your dedication.”
"It's like conditioning y'see," she went on, leaning back and waving the hand that didn't have a glass in it. "Gotta get used to spinnin' so next time you get bludgered it won't put you off so much." Yeah, that sounded reasonable. They were going with that.
“Or, you could just not spin me.” Or he could avoid going to karaoke with Meaghan again. There were options, really. None of them overly appealing, well, not without alienating himself from the team which wasn’t going to help anything. “I like music. I don’t even mind dancing on occasion, but this,” David waved a hand derisively. “This is all very loud and there are no rules and I don’t understand it. At all.”
Meaghan laughed -- partly at the thought of David dancing. Any dancing he did probably wasn't "real" dancing, aka the kind she was into. (Her shit was always real.) "What d'you want rules for? Real fun ain't got rules, not real ones anyways."
He shrugged, a bit grumpily. “I like rules.” Rules were sometimes stupid, but then you made new rules, and it was fine. Rules were important. That was how society thrived, with rules in place.
"Yeah?" Meaghan's eyes narrowed and her grin widened. "What if we had a rule that everyone on the team hadda get up there and sing? How's that for a rule?"
“That’s not a rule.” David said, exasperated, and took a long sip of his drink. The only way Meaghan would ever him up there is if he was Imperiused. And even then, that wasn’t a guarantee. “Nor is it going to be.”
"We'll see."
Karaoke night was non-fucking-stop. No sooner did Meaghan hop off the stage, breathless after two-minutes-and-change of rapid-fire singing and dancing ('cause you had to dance when you weren't singing else you were just standing up there like a post) than Tor was taking her place and taking inspiration from her brilliant performance with yet more Queen. She'd been about to head back to her seat and her beer and her teasing of the Ickleurq, but no one with ears and a heart could ignore We Are The Champions. Anyway, Tor couldn't half sing, so she had to try and throw him off by cheering, and then someone handed her a different beer and it'd be rude not to take it, right? Anyways it was a damn good thing to have something to drink during the song, because cheers before, cheers during and cheers after was thirsty work.
She was just turning to go back and introduce what was left of her two beers when Joy came up to her looking excited. After a brief shouted conversation Meaghan was on her way with an extra side of grin, and when she reached David she grabbed his arm again, actually abandoning her additional beer in pursuit of her quest to get him on his feet. "C'MON!!" she yelled. "C'mon c'mon c'moooooon."
David’s expression, quite simply, belonged in a horror story. “Noooooooo, nope, nooooo thank you.” He tried to pull his arm out of her grasp.
“You know this one though,” she insisted, “and see, it's everyone!” Meaghan nodded up front, where a handful of the team were heading for the stage or already there. “It's the team song with the team on team night, you gotta come up!”
“I’m good, really.” He held up his other hand in defense. “I don’t want to.”
Meaghan rolled her eyes and tugged again. "No one'll even hear you, what's the big deal? It's just a good time is all."
David shook his head insistently, and pulled back. “You go. I’ll cheer you on from here.”
She wasn't one to just give up or stop in an argument usually, especially when there was no good reason for him not to come up and he'd have a great time if he did. But just as she was opening her mouth and about to pull back there was the opening chord.
"Urgh fine be boring then," Meaghan said, and turned and ran, jumping onto the stage just as the good part came. Hell if she'd let Urq stop her from having fun even if he didn't want it himself.