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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[hunter-returns.livejournal.com]

Sam smiled as Sookie passed him in taking the stage. He hadn’t missed Cas’s smile either, or that curious look of his. What Lorne had told him was.. big. Big on a scale he wasn’t accustomed to dealing with or even thinking about. He might talk to Cas about it later, getting the angel’s perspective on it might be a good idea before he committed to anything. Rather than let the reading trouble him and wreck the night, he resolutely pushed those thoughts aside and tried to concentrate on enjoying himself.

Ordering another beer, Bobby sat back with a fairly contented smile on his face. Death and Cas were happy, murmuring quietly to one another while Sam was all eyes for the pretty blonde on stage. Even Dean seemed to be relaxing, at least marginally. All in all, it was a pretty good evening, and the singing just seemed to tie it all together. His eyes flicked to the stage and he applauded as Sookie concluded her song. “No school like the old school,” he said, saluting her with his beer bottle.

[lovereallybites.livejournal.com]

Everything seemed to be right. No one was fighting, there was no worry of someone flipping out and trying to bash someone elses head in. Or someone trying to kill someone else. She looked to Sam, then to everyone else at the table in their various states. This was nice.

She gave a smile to Bobby, " Damn right!" she said with a wink before sliding over, looking to Sam almost as if she was about to say something meaningful but hesitating. " I'll be back." she said slipping over to the area where Lorne was doing the readings.

[dontmissokay.livejournal.com]

Oh, Somebody save him. Crowley had been standing at the back of the room, shaking his head through the hunters' performances. Dean's effort was amusing enough, but by the time the blonde had finished her number, the demon was desperately wishing for a good stiff shot of insulin.

He made his way up to the front before somebody else could grab the microphone and start in on the Neil Diamond or the sodding Carpenters, or god help them all, Elvis.

"Right, you lot. Let's try something that won't put us all into diabetic comas from which we'll never emerge, shall we?" he asked the audience, and launched into a slightly cocky, but engaging rendition of Sinatra's My Way. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K86QYtDuUpQ)

[i-shot-a-dick.livejournal.com]

After he had left Lorne Dean had nearly thought about leaving. But he knew his reaction was going to be noticed by at least Sam and that meant if he stormed out his brother was going to worry even more.

So instead he shook it off, as best as he could and sauntered over to the table. He'd meant his departing words to the demon. Destiny and the rest of it could get bent. Family was family and he was not going to leave Sam to face any thing alone.

This reshaping an entire plane business was some thing he'd wait and talk to his brother about later. No matter what it was he'd be there at Sam's side.

Nothing was going to change his mind and Dean slipped in to a seat with a sip of his beer just in time to hear Crowley finishing off his performance, the hunter cracked a grin and let out a whistle "What do you know, he actually might have some talent." the hunter cracked with a cocky tone.

[hunter-returns.livejournal.com]

Sam chuckled and looked up from sharing a quiet moment with Sookie as Dean returned to the table. A slight frown ghosted across his face. He knew his brother too well, and the slight swagger was usually an effective cover. Not for Sam. He’d talk to him later and find out what Lorne had said. Maybe it was a night for important revelations. He turned his attention back to Crowley and set his beer back down, remembering Cas’s advice.

“You okay?” he murmured to Dean.

Death watched the exchanges closely, marking the ones that seemed more important as compared to the casual sort of conversations. The music was good, and she was watching the psychic energy flow around the crowds with interest. Her hand fit easily in Castiel’s while she looked around before finally deciding to flip through the song catalog. If everyone else could do it, so could she.

She took the stage and launched into an energetic version of “Just Like Heaven” by the Cure. The last few lines of the song were abruptly cut off when Lorne took the stage and ushered her off, looking a little ashen.

Any close observers would notice the conversation between the demon and the ancient power was intense and punctuated with very animated gestures. Death waved her hand back towards the table where Castiel and his friends sat before turning back to Lorne, her expression determined. Then Lorne spoke in a quiet voice and Death flinched, suddenly going still. A moment later, she was gone.

With a somber expression, Lorne walked back to the stage. There wouldn’t be any more songs tonight. Or for a few nights for that matter.

[nerdofthelord.livejournal.com]

Castiel listened, unable to fault Crowley for his very fitting choice of songs. Death's he found a little bemusing; the style was a bit difficult to fathom, but she was clearly enjoying herself and that was good enough for him.

Right up until Lorne came up on stage and absconded with her before the song was even finished, that is. He sat up straighter and watched them argue, frowning slightly. At Death's abrupt disappearance, he rose, excused himself distractedly from the table, and went to speak to the Host.

"What did you say to her?" he asked the demon without preamble as he approached, fixing Lorne with a stony, penetrating gaze.

[lorne-host.livejournal.com]

Because it wasn't bad enough upsetting someone as powerful as Death. No, now he got the angel that loved her and looked more than a little angry at him.

Lorne really needed to rethink his plans on retirement.

"I told her what she needed to hear," he answered evenly, despite his raging headache. "She means well, but there are some things even she shouldn't promise. The consequences are too great, even for someone with her level of power. I had to remind her of both of those."

Maybe Boca? Or Miami?

[nerdofthelord.livejournal.com]

For all his powers of perception, Lorne was misreading him slightly this time. Castiel was prepared to be angry. But at the demon's words, his gaze dropped away, and he sighed quietly.

"I asked her not to do anything that would upset the natural order too severely," he said quietly, looking back up at Lorne with a rueful expression. "If that's what she was planning to do, then you were right to say something."

Then he frowned again, but in an entirely different fashion. He knew enough of such things to be aware that these affairs could play havoc with a psychic's state of well-being. "Are you all right?"

[lorne-host.livejournal.com]

Not the reaction he had been expecting, and for that Lorne was deeply grateful.

"Don't be too hard on her. She wanted to do it for all the right reasons, even if her perspective got a little muddled." And even he couldn't fault her. Love was a pretty powerful motivator, especially for a soul that had been as lonely as hers.

Lorne paused to pinch the bridge of his nose. "I will be," he said absently. "Reading one Champion is rough enough. A whole tableful of you can get to be a little much." Not to mention the powerful psychic wallop that Death left behind. He was going to be out of commission for at least a day or two as he tried to sleep this one off.

[nerdofthelord.livejournal.com]

"I won't." Cas nodded. "You should rest. If you saw anything when I sang that I should be aware of, tell me later." Lorne had already read him once before, briefly, and right now he just wanted to go and make sure that Death was all right.