Music, Drinks and Chosen Paths ((Lorne, open RP))

[lorne-host.livejournal.com]

The house elves had been busy most of the afternoon posting fliers, or simply leaving them in stacks on the tables in the Great Hall.

Karaoke Night at the Little Green Apple!
Sing a song and get a reading! Are you on the right path? Come find out!
Drink specials courtesy of La Fee Verite, music and readings courtesy of Lorne

No Barry Manilow, please.

It had been a long time since Lorne had done more than a few select readings for people, and when he was honest with himself, he missed it. He missed those nights in Caritas when the music was electric, the psychic energy crackling and the drinks.. well the drinks were always stellar. He always paid for the best bartenders in L.A. that dealt with demonic clientele.

After clearing it personally with the owner and obtaining her blessing as well as a promise to deliver some impressive drink specials, Lorne geared up for a good night of music, song and maybe a helpful reading or three. That night, he sat on the stool beside the karaoke machine, flipping through the song list and humming to himself, the first of many Seabreezes in hand.

((Just like Lorne’s sorting – if you’d like a reading to pertain to something you have planned for your character in either game or canon, please message me. Otherwise I’ll make it up as I go!))

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[nerdofthelord.livejournal.com]

Cas opened the door, blinking once at the unexpected color and frills and then smiling, his approval plain in his eyes. Of course, Death could have turned up wearing a burlap sack and he would have been every bit as pleased to see her. "Hello," he said, reaching for her hand and leaning in to steal a quick kiss in a gesture that had become automatic.

He'd fully recovered from the hangover from Hell (which in his mind was a semi-literal descriptor) and had been experimenting with his own wardrobe again, eschewing the heavy metal T-shirts in favor of a soft gray pullover fleece sweatshirt.

[endlessgoth.livejournal.com]

Death returned his smile with a bright one of her own, slipping her hand into his. “Hey guys,” she said, leaning in to return his kiss. “I like it,” she commented, her hand stroking the soft fleece. They were both starting to benefit from a subtle expansion of their wardrobes.

Right. She had wanted to go out. Best move her hand before they got too distracted. “There’s a psychic giving readings to karaoke music over in one of the other bars at the school. I was thinking it might be fun if we went over to check it out. Wanna come?”

[nerdofthelord.livejournal.com]

"It's very comfortable," he said, pleased that she approved. The sweatshirt offered some of the same bulk he'd grown so accustomed to in Jimmy's familiar ensemble, but with fewer complications. And it had at least a few pockets, though finding a good place to conceal his blade was proving a bit of a challenge.

"Mm. I've met him, I believe." Distraction was always a danger, but he could set temptation aside for a while if something else had sparked her interest. "The one called Lorne?" he queried. "I don't know what karaoke means, but I wouldn't mind." The advice the green man had given him had turned out to be good, even if following through on part of it had been somewhat painful.

[endlessgoth.livejournal.com]

Anything without buttons was sure to win her approval, and the softness of the material felt nice beneath her fingers. But they could explore that more later. Death nodded at his question, “It sounds like it might be fun. Karoke’s an odd mortal diversion. Once people get a few drinks into them to work up the courage, they get up in front of everyone else and sing. I guess that’s when Lorne does his reading, which should be interesting to watch.”

It was fascinating to watch a psychic at work, even without eavesdropping on the reading itself and Death was looking forward to it, as well as some music. And if she could screw up her own courage, she might even try a song herself. Maybe.

They arrived outside the Little Green Apple, and the strains of upbeat, happy music. Taking his hand again, Death walked in. “I guess Sam and Sookie (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/2013189.html?thread=113558533#t113558533) had a similar idea,” she noted, nodding in the couple’s direction as Sam waved them over.