A Small Karaoke Room Attached To A Dive Bar on Allen St, New York, Saturday Evening

[suitably_heroic]

In retrospect, planning a karaoke night right after getting up on stage in public to play some particularly loud material wasn't the best decision Jack had ever made. He just hadn't been thinking about it when Summer had asked about hanging out.

Oh well. At least it was a bar.

Which meant that, upon entry, the first thing he did was order a massive bottle of water. The second thing he did was collapse onto the mediocre couch in the tiny karaoke room. The third thing he did was chug the whole thing.

Then he said, "You're up first."

[[ for a summer ]]

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[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer was going to point that one out before it turned into a wet melty mess in thr bag, so she was glad she didn't have to do that, but the look on her face after that list should worry him.

"But," she hedged, cautiously, "you have done Swift before....in a duet, too!"

Or he'd at least done a Taylor song that was a duet by himself, she couldn't remember, her player's memory was terrible.

[suitably_heroic]

"Sure, but one, we were at a Taylor Swift karaoke party, and two, Florence Welch co-wrote it, which makes it okay," Jack said.

Okay, the popsicle really was nice right now.

[somethingwithturquoise]

You're goddamn right it was! That kind of consideration for his comfort and relief surely had earned Summer a little leeway on poppishness, riiiiiight?

Summer's judicious squint was not going away, as she collected this information to potentially go back to later.

"Whatever," she demurred...for now. This would be so much easier with alcohol involved. "We'll see about that."

But speaking of alcohol...

"I'm going to refresh my drink," she decided, "and use that time to figure out if I've decided on something or not."

[suitably_heroic]

"Could you grab me another bottle of water while you're out there?" Jack asked, fixing her with the closest thing he had to 'pitiful puppy dog eyes' in his arsenal.

It was not a particularly good take on the genre.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer was going to meet that puppy dog look with a very skeptical one. "Fine," she said, after holding out for a little bit, "I will, but not because of that look, I was going to do it anyway because I'm a good friend. Or I just support you in this new mission of Slow Death by Water Poisoning."

Which was a thing!

The fact that Summer just plopped down on the couch again when she got back and handed Jack his water while sipping her second G&T was a good indication that, no, actually, that hadn't helped her decide.

[suitably_heroic]

Jack sighed, opened up his water bottle, took a firm sip, and said, "I can get up there and do one of the slower Nine Inch Nails tracks."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Nooooo," said Summer, matching her sigh with one of her own, "I'll do it, I'll do it, you just rest your voice some more. Fine, I'll just go with a classic."

A big swig and she set down her glass and got up, closed her eyes and tightened her ponytail, because that was a necessity for tapping into that energy.

"Yeah, breakfast at Tiffany's and bottles of bubbles
Girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble
Lashes and diamonds, ATM machines
Buy myself all of my favourite things"

But really, as soon as that savage line hit, she was so totally on it.

[suitably_heroic]

"This is a classic?" Jack muttered, polishing off that popsicle as he watched.

But hey, Summer was getting into it, that was the important part.