♬ karaoke party ♪

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“Welcome to Caritas!”

That’s what you’ll hear when you make your way down the stairs into the Karaoke Club. Dark and atmospheric, with glowing tables and a stage that faces the bar, if the sights don’t make it obvious this is a karaoke bar, the crooner up on the stage will.

He’s dressed to the nines in a cream suit, deep purple shirt shining under it as he belts away, welcoming you in. He apologizes for the intrusion, but it seems the ship wanted more than just his beautiful, sultry voice.

“My name’s Lorne, and I’ll be your host for tonight! So hit the bar and drink in your courage, Sailors. Because you might not be able to leave until you give us a show!” That's all he gives you before slipping into what he thinks is a pretty appropriate tune for the occasion.

If you didn’t come here by choice, hopefully Lorne’s words will give you a hint? The ship is hungry for bad belting. For some, the door will reappear after they chirp a few bars. For others, a few songs are required.

Some people have even gone up, struck with the strong feeling that they must do so, even if they’d been railing against singing at all just a minute ago. The ship just really wants everyone to sing and enjoy themselves, OK?

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[deformiwhats]

"Minors?" Lorne whirls around enough to nearly slosh his drink out of its glass. His eyes are relatively bugged, mouth agape, the standard fare of someone caught completely unawares. Which is something this demon is unused to.

Then he just blinks some more. Because while he requires a song to fully read someone, his abilities of empathy still retain some power without one. And there's something decidedly different about this little danish.

"Well, how old are you, Cupcake?"

[wemadeit]

Helen is definitely different. She's not human for one, probably something Lorne's never ever come across before. Universes can be interesting like that. "How old? I'm sixteen." she says with a small smile. "And a bit."

Yeaaaaah, she knows bars are no-no's for people her age. But this boat is special. Normal rules don't really apply here, right?

"I pinky promise to only drink lemonade all night if I can stay." she assures him with a winning smile. "I don't even like booze, I've never even had it before but I'm pretty sure I won't even like it.. so..."

And now there is puppy eyes. All the puppy eyes.

[deformiwhats]

"Cheater." Puppy eyes. His only weakness!

Considering how often he calls people angel, he's going to get a big ol' super sized shock if Helen finally gets up there and lets loose. For now, though, he can't help but slip into the usual mother hen role and tut-tut at her.

And then follow it up with a wink. Lorne pours her a lemonade himself, adding a slice of lemon garnished with a festive little umbrella before sliding it over.

"I'll make you a deal. I'll keep your lemonade filled, but only if you promise to get up there at least once, hmm?"

[wemadeit]

Helen grins. She is very good at puppy eyes, okay? No one can fight them, not even her Grandpa Fletch.

"Thank you!" she looks down at her drink appreciatively and twirls the little umbrella with her pinky. It's too cute!

Her mouth twists to the side slightly as she considers. "I've never sung in front of people before." she tells him. "Like, I only really sing in the shower, or by myself." She doesn't think she's bad at it, but she's not really that awesome at it, either.

She twirls the umbrella with her pinkie a little more before she nods and smiles over to him. "Okay, I'll do it. But I need to think of a really go song first, okay?"