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Caritas - Monday Evening

Arashi eyed the raw oyster, egg and hot sauce that filled his shotglass dubiously. The zombies were egging him on though as they waited for him to shoot his before they did theirs.

Taking a deep breath, he looked again at the shot glass and grimaced... he could face down an entire army and giant demons, but a shellfish was making him balk.

He paused only a moment more before closing his eyes and trying not to taste too much before he swallowed it.

....It was like eating spicy, fishy snot and took a while for him to make sure it would stay down.

However, seeing the zombies shoot theirs turned the ninja green at the gills.

At least Tino was waiting patiently with the mop and bucket to clean up and open the bar.

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The zombies were there for any songs! But you have to shoot an oyster before they will.

Hurley was going to sing Three Dog Night, but instead, well...

He busts out and sings Mustang Sally (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m3cV80QyINc&feature=related).

Okay, so she went back ever so slightly on her promise not to laugh. Not in a bad way, though! He was really pretty damn good.

Angela would be that one clapping and cheering for him from the bar.

Arashi was feeling better, really!

Hurley went and sat at the bar. He was trying not to be nervous.

After what had ended up a slightly odd morning, Angela was more than ready to relax and kick back with Hurley tonight.

She hopped up onto a stool beside him, leaning forward on the bar. "You want a drink?"

"...might as well live a little, right?" Hurley said.

"It is the point of this exercize," Angela agreed with a little grin. "Plus, if you're intending on hanging out near that lot at any point tonight," she said, indicating the zombies. "You might need it."

Hurley looked over and shuddered. "Seriously, they still creep me out," he said. "Dead people are, like... supposed to be dead."

"Can I get you guys something?" Arashi asked with a pasted on smile and really hoping they didn't ask for oyster shooters.

"Oh, ummmm, two beers, I guess?" Hurley said. "Mr. Bartender dude."

"Really, they are," Angela agreed emphatically, shooting them a mildly disgusted look herself. "But when it comes to bands in this town, we can't be too picky."

"True," Hurley said. "So... you're gonna make me sing, huh?"

"Gonna try," Angela replied, shooting him a small mischievous smile. "Have you ever done this sort of thing before?"

"Karaoke? Yeah," Hurley said. "Drinking and stuff? No."

"Never?" Angela asked, a little surprised. "Wow."

"I guess I just..." Hurley trailed off. "Nah, no biggie. Just didn't really have a reason to, before."

"And now you do," Angela said, nodding cheerfully. "I feel like an evil corrupting influence here."

"Well," Hurley said. "Here's to corruption!"

Pause.

"That doesn't sound right."

"Not quite," Angela laughed. "But I think we can ignore that. The thought was right."

"Yeah," Hurley said. "So, ummm, thanks for doin' this, by the way."

Angela smiled at him. "Well, thank you for agreeing to come," she returned. "I needed an excuse to get out of my room today. This'll be fun."

Hurley nodded. "So... what should I sing?" he asked.

"Got any particular favourites?" Angela asked. "You work in a music store, right?"

"I totally could do Shambala," Hurley said. "Like, Three Dog Night?"

"Oh, seventies rock," Angela commented with a grin. "Nice choice."

"You a fan?" Hurley asked.

"Kind of have to be, growing up with my dad," Angela said with a little laugh.

"Your dad?" Hurley said.

"He's a musician," Angela shared.

"Oh cool," Hurley said. "That's neat. I guess I better sing my best, huh?"

"I expect only the best from you, Hurley," she teased. "You'll be great."

"So, guess I better do this," Hurley said. He stood up. "Don't laugh at me too hard, okay?"

"No laughing," Angela promised. "Can't promise not to smile and wave distractingly, though."

Hurley goes up and hits the stage (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/3371720.html?thread=141821896#t141821896).

He comes back after he's done, a little nervous, still.

He really shouldn't have been nervous. Angela was still grinning broadly and clapping as he made his way back.

"Niiice," she told him. "Never knew you were such a rockstar."

"What, really?" Hurley said. "I guess everyone sounds good with a whole band behind them."

"Really," Angela confirmed with a cheerful nod. "And that's not true. I've heard people who aren't good, even with a band behind them."

"Well, thanks," Hurley said. "Guess I have a hidden talent or something."

If you need to recover or something

Back from vacation!

Don't ask about the oysters, I blame Elaine.

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The Lounge

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