PINK PONY CLUB | karaoke night au

[SEDGEPOUNCE]

TW for mild intoxication

It's a beautiful night, and for once the mic looms inconspicuously empty. Various song-goers have come and gone, but Saburo here is wreathed in friends, and family, and friends of the family, and people he's maybe only acquainted to, and none of them have really had the chance to sing yet. So as catches sight of the empty mic from over Mick's shoulder, Sab launches himself up and glues himself to the song tablet like a fly to a trap. And he doesn't even trip, because he's only kind of tipsy.

He scrolls eagerly through the setlist, tapping his foot along to some undistinguishable tune he hums under his breath. It's mostly family-friendly songs for a family-friendly establishment. But it only takes a little bit of deliberating before he's settled on something.

From there Saburo takes to the stage. The lights flash in various shades of violet and pink and green around him, and he waves eagerly at the faces of people he recognizes in the crowd. Music begins to croon from the speakers so Saburo starts to dance—and it's not great dancing, but he's having fun, so there's something strangely charismatic about it. Lyrics start to flash across the screen in front of him in a bright, marigold yellow, and with them he starts to sing: "Watashi wa watashi, anata wa anata wo..."

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[cottonsprig]

Charlie leans into herself, knees drawn to her chest and wrists locked around her ankles - an odd posture, no doubt, for the chair that she is using - but stable and used nonetheless. It's been a while since she's enjoyed a night out with friends and family (and family of friends,) and though she's tried to indulge in a fruity cocktail, she's hardly taken more than a few sips of it. Her phone doesn't light up or buzz and yet every few minutes she's checking it. She's asked a few times in the night if she's waiting for something, and each time she waves her hand away trying to assuage any concern placed on her.

Before she knows it, Saburo stands on stage, the mic posed before him as he begins to sing along. The song is not one she's heard before, but his energy alone makes her giggle and sway somewhat. Blue eyes flick to the others around, some clapping, some singing along, and she tucks her phone into her bag to try and put it further out of her mind. They'll be fine... she'll be fine.

Once the song ends, Charlie stands, declaring, "Nope, it's my turn!" to whoever tries to swoop in next. She takes her glass and swallows the last of her drink (something she will surely regret later,) before ascending towards the stage. She looks through the tablet, pursing her lips as she swipes through the list too quickly. If she will have fun tonight, she cannot take this seriously. And so, she picks a song, and begins to sing.

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

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• ❥ MEDICINAL KNOWLEDGE
  ♥♥♡ WOUNDS ; can confidently stop bleeding and mend lacerations. will often request that you keep your injury clean and wait it out first.
  ♥♥♡ INFECTION ; as a side effect of likely her own doing, very dutiful with technique and treatment shortly thereafter.
  ♥♡♡ ACHES & PAINS ; will defer to a dark tunnel and rest. if pain persists, maybe she will offer something.
  ♥♡♡ BROKEN BONES ; has never dealt with a broken bone. likely will ask that you never move. ever again.
  ♥♥♥ TRAVELING HERBS ; learned well from her previous mentor. will pile even too many remedies to tough the wilderness with.
  ♥♥♥ KITTING ; having kittens of her own and helped several others with their litters, she is very well versed with calming techniques and quelling pain.
  ♥♡♡ POISONS ; she knows what they are... but that isn't enough, isn't it?
  ♥♥♡ ILLNESS ; having worked through two yellowcough bouts, she is confident in her remedies. much else... she's operating on trial and error.
  ⸻ cottonsprig is a dutiful and excitable medicine cat. she enjoys company and loves conversation. she'd rather not have too many curious noses snooping around her den... but who is she to quell curiosity?

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  ⸻❥ cottonsprig is the primary medicine cat of windclan. a former princess to the moors, she harbors many guilts for her actions throughout her short life. she has no consistent partner, unwilling to commit and settle, and she is training celandinepaw in medicine.

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[BUCKFIRE]

// also cw for intoxication

A frequent patron of the bar, Buck always finds karaoke night quite entertaining. There are some real amusing regulars that take the stage, from good ol' Mustache Bill to Probably-Too-Old-To-Be-Doing-This Dorothy, but they seemed to have retired for the night which left the stage vacant for a time. There are some townsfolk here tonight who Buck is acquainted with a bit, including members of the younger crowd, and Saburo specifically decides to break the silence and amp up the music again. This tune is completely unfamiliar to Buck; it has a fun, poppy beat but he can't understand a word that's being said.

Then, much to his surprise, Charlie steps away from the bar and eagerly takes matters into her own hands. She serenades the crowd with a cheesy song that sounds straight out of the eighties ( is it from the eighties? ) and quite a mixed reaction erupts from the crowd from singing along and dancing to outright giggling.

The younger woman's session concludes and within moments, Buck decides that he needs to show these folks what true music sounded like. Standing up from his place at the bar ( not before taking a quick swig of his neat bourbon ) the brown-haired man swaggers up to the mic and manages to type his selection into the tablet after misspelling quite a few times.

The country twang of the guitar blares over the speakers and the drums kick in afterward, prompting Buck to deliver a quick message before the first verse of "Your Man" commenced, "This one's.... this lil' number's for all the hot people in the crowd tonight!" He shouts, drawing his pointer finger over the patrons ahead. It wasn't difficult to tell that the man had a bit too much to drink tonight—he wasn't blackout intoxicated nor stumbling over his feet, no, but he was exhibiting a rather boisterous demeanor. Whatever he ordered was stronger than he thought.

He taps his boot on the ground to the rhythm, gripping the stand as he holds the mic up to his lips. "Baby lock the door 'n turn the lights down low- waitwaitwaitwait is this thing on?!" The dark flannel-clad cowboy interrupts himself, holding up the microphone and briefly inspecting it, though the song quickly moves on faster than he could comprehend. Buck is left scrambling to catch up with the lyrics, "Pfff- oh shit- ain't got no place to gooo,"

Buck's voice wasn't laughably bad, admittedly, but his inability to keep the tempo and his constant vocal stumbling was probably enough to warrant him being booted off the stage.

𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ✹ . + ˚ · 　 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋

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  — buckfire / 32 moons / he/him pronouns
  — windclan moor runner / shadowing scorchstorm / former loner
  — sh black tabby w/ orange eyes, nick in left ear & scratch on right side of lip
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