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Who: Shrieky, Ki, and Alan
What: ~Karaoke Riot Baby!~
Where: A modestly popular, painfully ironic Karaoke Bar in Howl Barrow
When: Approaching midnight on Givdi
Notes: n/a
Warnings: Mind Control, Violence, Inevitable Shrieking

Shrieky veers back across from the Bar, towards where Alan and Ki are sitting, he's holding three drinks, none of which are what either Ki or Alan actually asked him to get them. He'd just seen a lady with a narrow glass full of something blue that had looked nice, and she'd let him try some, and it had been nice, so now that's what they're going to be drinking. It'll probably be fine. Alan and Ki both probably love things that taste of blueness, because really, who wouldn't?

"Here! I brought you these!"

He sludges himself into the booth next to Alan, and sets the drinks down on the table lightly, before glancing up toward Ki for approval. He doesn't really know her, so the process of deciding whether they're going to be friends, or whether they're going to fight, is still ongoing right now. Her response to mystery drinks may impact on this process significantly.

Once the drinks are down, he sets a hand on Alans arm, and turns to look at him seriously.

"And I signed us up to sing a song together. When this lady is finished it's us, so drink fast."

Comments

[alan_shore]

Sensing he'll be yanked to them otherwise, Alan gets to his feet. "Easy now," he cautions Shrieky, the skeleton of a not-quite-laugh rattling its bones from wherever he's stashed it away. He buttons his jacket, a maneuver that, conveniently enough, frees him from the hand at his elbow. "I value this suit more--than my dignity, it seems."

He casts a glance to the stage, then to Ki, smiling in a way that serves as a kind of wordless plea. "Ki, it's been a pleasure. I'm sorry it has to end this way."

[aldabeyoun]

"What price dignity?" There may not be much she can do to save him, but she came prepared with at least a little something to ease his ways. Before he's hauled off, Njoki presses a small, fabric bag into the palm of his hand.

For luck? Or maybe to cause anyone foolish enough to take a picture to have a bit of technical difficulty?