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Post by Amnesty Lazuli on Oct 2, 2006 15:09:17 GMT
The song ended, and the songstress onstage warned the audience that she was about to go for a "change of pace". That's my signal to get off the dance floor. "Care to sit this one out?" She looks kinda socked out. Can't blame her-- we've been running her ragged.
He headed for a vacant table as the solo crowd surged back towards the floor, waiting for the band to launch into a fast-paced rock and roll beat. He pulled out a chair for her. Sheesh, look at the redhead being all gentlemanly and stuff.
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Post by *~Nikkole~* on Oct 3, 2006 0:00:49 GMT
she smiled and followed him and grinned at him as she sat down. she watched him sit down, she didn't look tired.... except for her eyes. they gave away everything, though she wanted to hide it. the worry... stress... fatigue. it all showed.
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Post by Amnesty Lazuli on Oct 3, 2006 0:21:23 GMT
He noticed she had that worried look again. That's the only thing about her I'd try to change... these vicious mood swings she gets. One minute, top of the world-- next minute, down in the mollygrubs. Never mind... she's been through some stuff. And it's been a d**n long day. "Hungry yet?" He nearly had to yell-- the robot band had gone into a full-force rock riff loud enough to raise the dead. The girl in the dress was guitar-dueling with the robot lead, but he figured a person would have to be blind to not tell that part of the performance was pre-recorded.
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Post by *~Nikkole~* on Oct 3, 2006 0:24:39 GMT
nikky smiled, the look being replaced by sheer amusement and content. she nodded and yelled back to him. ''yeah. i guess food wouldn't hurt. everyone says i don't eat enough.'' damn... he can see right through me. i'm fine... i don't want to pull him down too... oh man...
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Post by Amnesty Lazuli on Oct 3, 2006 0:34:32 GMT
He flagged down a waitress who seemed just as absorbed in the dancing as the rest of the crowd. "YO! 'Scuse me!"
She wandered over, bobbing her head the whole way. "Whatcha want?"
"You're a server. Take a wild guess."
The waitress kept on twitching to the music. "Food?"
Reno nodded. I think this one is blonde at the roots.
"What kinda food?"
"The kind you eat."
"Awright... Our specials tonight are the appetizer platter, the beachside seafood plate, and the Freudian Dip."
He turned to Nikky. "Whatever you want. All that sounds good to me."
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Post by *~Nikkole~* on Oct 3, 2006 0:38:37 GMT
she watched the waitress with an amused look before thinking. ''i'm thinking seafood sounds pretty good...'' she looked over and blinked.
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Post by Amnesty Lazuli on Oct 3, 2006 0:46:35 GMT
"All right, seafood plate, on the double," Reno requested.
"Ya got it, hon." She freaked her way towards the kitchen.
Reno shook his head. And I thought Yuffie was the be-all and end-all of female stupidity... but maybe the music has pulverized her brain. The drinks are quickly working to pulverize mine.
He looked over at Nikky. She isn't blurry yet, so I can afford to get a couple more shots.
He snagged a couple more free drinks from the circulating trays. "Something to tide us over till the food gets here." She looks like she's feeling way better, thank G**. After we head back to the ship, I think maybe we better have a little talk about these people who're trying to track her down... if I'm still conscious by then.
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Post by *~Nikkole~* on Oct 3, 2006 0:48:43 GMT
she watched her go before stifling a rather cold laugh. she smiled at reno and nodded. ''yeah... i'm probably going to need it.''
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Post by Amnesty Lazuli on Oct 3, 2006 0:58:24 GMT
The freak-dancing waitress reappeared a few minutes later, carrying a plastic basket with several fried aquatic life forms in it.
"Dig in, kids," she burbled with a glazed look. "And that'll be thirty-some-odd bucks... or so..." Her eyes crossed as she tried to read the order ticket.
Reno sighed. "Let me see it."
"Hold on, hon..." The waitress sank down into a vacant chair and proceeded to pass out.
Reno got the ticket and read it. The price was actually somewhere in the neighborhood of twenty bucks, so he got a twenty spot out and stuffed it into the comatose woman's hand. "Sleep tight, chickadee." He returned to his seat and flashed Nikky a smile.. "Can't be too upset... at least she got our food to us first. Dig in." He got something orange and crumby out of the basket and ate it, not knowing or really caring what it was. All he'd had in the way of food prior to this was a donut sometime around sunrise.
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Post by *~Nikkole~* on Oct 3, 2006 1:06:20 GMT
she laughed and nodded, poking at the food before actually eating it. she looked around... bujt not nervously.
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Post by Amnesty Lazuli on Oct 3, 2006 1:17:03 GMT
Reno grinned. "Good to see you're relaxing. Hope whatever this stuff is isn't an endangered species. I might just push it into extinction... that's how hungry I am right now." Not a bad jest, that one. Delivery could use some work, but nobody's a born comedian.
The songstress performed a few more numbers as they finished off the seafood platter. As she announced her finale, most of the crowd cheered in excitement. Reno cheered because he was getting tired of listening to her screaming into the microphone (and partially because he'd downed a few more drinks in the intervening period, which naturally inclined him to cheer at just about anything).
"Okay, ladies and gents, for my last bit I'll take requests..." She held up a hand before anyone could bellow out any song titles. "From a random audience member currently seated at table five."
Reno blinked. A large number five was stenciled into the top of their table. "Aw, man, here it goes." I know next to nothing about popular music. "Nikky, pick something quick before the entire mob tears us to shreds."
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Post by *~Nikkole~* on Oct 3, 2006 1:19:38 GMT
nikky stared at him with slightly widened eyes. ''what?? but ... i don't know any music.'' v.v she looked down before grinning. ''you should go sing.''
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Post by Amnesty Lazuli on Oct 3, 2006 1:34:20 GMT
"Sing?!" The suggestion genuinely startled him. Reno got a grip on himself. "Er, sing? That tears it... we have both had too much to drink. Let's make a break for it!"
Too late. They were surrounded by people yelling song titles at them. This image will haunt my nightmares, Reno thought waggishly. "Uh..." He tried listening to what the people were screaming and decided the first intelligible title would be the song he picked.
One voice rang out of the cacaphony, a voice belonging to a woman with a glowing tye-dye hat and matching shirt. "'LET'S DANCE'!"
With her outside the walls of Jericho, the rest of the army could have gone home. A server (thankfully, not the one that had passed out earlier) shoved a microphone into Reno's face. He looked at it dumbly. "Uh, 'Let's Dance'?"
The songstress pumped her fist triumphantly. "Sweet! I love that one!"
She cued the band to start. "Bring those two up here!"
Reno groaned. Oh, crud... I have a splitting headache... and I spilled shrimp sauce on my shirt... not good timing...
The crowd started urging the two to take their place. "All right already! I heard her the first time!" He started to make his way towards the stage. "Come on, Nikky... maybe this'll be fun..."
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Post by *~Nikkole~* on Oct 3, 2006 1:43:35 GMT
is pushed and dragged. oh this isn't going to go well...[/i[ she groaned and followed.
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Post by Amnesty Lazuli on Oct 3, 2006 2:08:04 GMT
The Songstress beamed approvingly at the two hapless clubgoers as they finally arrived in the glow of her effervescent presence. "Evening, kids!" She grabbed the pair in a spontaneous bear hug.
Oof... Reno did not appreciate being manhandled by this neo-punk. He was about to make a remark to that effect when he realized she was trying to tell them something. "You two have got to get the h**l outta here soon as this number's over. Leave through my dressing room, or else they'll catch you on the way out..." she whispered frantically.
"They?" Reno hissed back.
The Songstress nodded. "I overheard a bunch of hoods talking about it during the intermission. They mentioned some creep called Kamen or something like that and how he has it in for one of you." She pulled back, her artificial cheerfulness restored. "OK! Let's bring down the house!"
She began belting into the microphone, gesturing Nikky and Reno to join in. "Put on your red shoes and dance the blues... Let's dance!" She crooned enthusiastically, effectively masking the urgency of her mission. "Act natural," she insisted between bars.
Reno shrugged and tried with minimal success to sing along. He kept looking over at Nikky. So this Kamen guy... is he the one who's trying to kill her?
It doesn't matter who the h**l he is. I promised to keep her safe-- if that jerk thinks he can mess with my girl, he's got another thing coming.
He held onto her hand reassuringly as the song went into the instrumental bridge...
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