Open Mic Night

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

Spike's Pub

Open Mic Night

Wednesday

Bring your poetry or guitar. If you got some bleeding stupid notion of givin' a demonstration of your "performance art," I just might have to set you on fire. Consider yourself warned.

MacGyver $2 shots brought to you by myself and manofthemullet.

Entertainment potentially to feature some young lad called bloody_rockgod.

Have at it, kids.

[OOC: My schedule for being able to check this is pretty limited to about 9 to 5 Eastern M-F, and I'll try to "open" the bar back up the next day with a new thread when my time permits. Since I get on from work, sometimes it can get a little difficult if I'm having a busy day.]

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[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

*slams open the door, glances around and notices the bar is almost deserted* *strides across to the bar, almost snarling* I have had a very bad day. Vodka. Lots of it. Unless you have something stronger. A lot stronger.

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

Barbossa comes into the bar, his giant hat in no way hiding the fact that he has no hair. Muttering about "macaroni'n'cheese" and carrying a triangle, he shuffles over to the bar.

"Rum, if ye please," he says to the bartender. "And if ye be waterin' it down, ye'll be needin' a new heart."

He looks around. "I was goin' to play me triangle tonight, but it doesn't seem to be the sort of crowd who'd be up fer singin' along," he says.

He turns to the woman at the bar. "I be Barbossa. Who be ye?"

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Try this. It makes vodka look like sugar water.

::holds up one of the MacGuyver shots::

Makes everything behind that bar look like a watered down soft drink with three drops of booze floated in it.

::has obviously had a couple, despite it being a school night::

Do you know, darlin', that a woman who drinks properly will retain her vigor and beauty until death? 'Strue. My gran packed a whallop right up until the day she died. Granddad still talks about her. My ma, she got sick young, but she never wasted like most of 'em do with that one. My sister is thirty. Drinks proper.

::he rubs the scar on his chin::

And throws crockery better than any man I've ever seen play sport. And every one of them was gorgeous.

Drink proper, sweetheart. I'll stand you two.

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue walks into the bar, orders a beer, and takes a seat at one of the tables. At the sight of people drinking MacGyver's rocket fuel, she cringes. "Ugh. You're actually drinking that shit?"

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

You betcha, doll.

Almost as good as my family's homebrew.

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

"Good? That stuff tastes like...gasoline." She shudders.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Nah, nah, pretty thing.

This ain't more'n 80% alchohol, if that. Stom, he makes it to 98%.

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

*raises shots, knocks them back, appears unaffected* Most kind of you. I'll get the next round. *pauses* *peers at the glasses* Oh god. I know exactly what that was made in. *shudder* *reconsiders* *has another*

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Here's to you, sweetheart. Vigorous and beautiful forever.

[bloodyrockgod]

Bearing his guitar, Charlie pulls out a stool from behind the bar and tunes up for a moment.

"Hi. I'm Charlie. I take requests--I know classic rock and oldies and some standards and some folk, a little classical.

"I'll start with this."

Who knows how long I've loved you
You know I love you still
Will I wait a lonely lifetime
If you want me to--I will.

For if I ever saw you
I didn't catch your name
But it never really mattered
I will always feel the same.

Love you forever and forever
Love you with all my heart
Love you whenever we're together
Love you when we're apart.

And when at last I find you
Your song will fill the air
Sing it loud so I can hear you
Make it easy to be near you
For the things you do endear you to me
You know I will
I will.

His voice is raspy but not unpleasant, and he plays with confidence.

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue claps when the song is over. "That was great! Play something else." She smiles and sips her beer.

[bloodyrockgod]

He grins at her. "Thanks. What do you want to hear?"

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

She ponders for a moment. "Something by the Rolling Stones? I'm partial to Sympathy for the Devil, but it's all good." At least Pyro's memories are good for something.

[bloodyrockgod]

"I can do that one. 'Wild Horses' is my favorite." He strums.

Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long long year stolen many man's soul and faith
I was around when Jesus Christ had His moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate washed his hands and sealed His fate
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game

Stuck around St. Petersburg when I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the Tzar and his ministers, Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank held a gen'rals rank when the blitzkrieg
raged and the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name. Oh yeah
Ah what's puzzling you is the nature of my game. Oh yeah

I watched the glee while your kings and queens fought for
ten decades for the Gods they made
I shouted out "Who killed the Kennedy's?" when after all
it was you and me
Let me please intruduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I lay traps for troubadors who get killed before they reach Bombay
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name. Oh yeah
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game. Oh yeah
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game

Just as every cop is a criminal and all the sinners, Saints
as heads is tails, just call me Lucifer 'cause I'm in need
of some restraint
So if you meet me, have some courtesy have some sympathy
and some taste
Use all your well learned politesse or I'll lay your soul to waste
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

She claps. "Excellent! I can't believe people were complaining about your playing; you're really good!"

[bloodyrockgod]

"It was early. Too early. That's all."

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

"Well, that may've been it." She finishes her beer and orders another.

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie strums and says nothing. One bad decision . . .

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

Barbossa walked over, mug of rum in his hand. "That be very good. Mayhap ye know 'What Would Ye Do Wit' A Drunken Sailor?'"

[bloodyrockgod]

"Er, kind of, I think."

What do you do with a drunken sailor,
What do you do with a drunken sailor,
What do you do with a drunken sailor,
Earl-eye in the morning!

Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Earl-eye in the morning

Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Shave his belly with a rusty razor,
Earl-eye in the morning!

Put him in the hold with the Captain's daughter,
Put him in the hold with the Captain's daughter,
Put him in the hold with the Captain's daughter,
Earl-eye in the morning!

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

Barbossa taps his feet to the music, grinning broadly. "Ah, that be a nice reminder of home. Thank ye."

He gestures towards the bar. "D'ya need somethin' to whet yer whistle?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"Um . . . Guinness?"

If they card, he's screwed.

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

*eyes narrow*

*shrugs*

*slides Guinness across the bar*

[bloodyrockgod]

"Cheers." He drinks.