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]

Whatever. Karaoke was never a bad decision, come on.

Summer's brows hadn't yet come down from her hairline after being fascinatingly captivated by all that chugging, and then she took a moment to estimate just how clear of a pathway they had to the restroom.

"You know," said Summer, pointedly, as she took a much more modest little tiny sip of her gin and tonic, since she had a feeling that was about as fancy as she could get in the cocktail territory in a place like this, "I could argue that, actually, the host should go first."

Did she mostly just say that because she hadn't really locked down on a song quite yet?

She definitely just said that because she hadn't really locked down on a song quite yet.