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

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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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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.

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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.

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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?

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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?"

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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.

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"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.