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If Sanzo had been sober, such an obvious ploy never would have worked. Luckily for Gojyo, Sanzo wasn't sober. And he never could resist a challenge.

Sanzo made a scornful noise. "Idiot. The only thing I'm afraid of is hearing you try to sing some stupid, emo rock song." He took a good long drink, then set his glass back down on the bar. The hand that was holding the cigarette gestured toward the karaoke machine. "Fine. Let's do it, Gojyo. Pick a song and we'll sing it together."

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"It's certainly nice to see you two cooperating with one another," Hakkai said cheerfully, and he applauded encouragingly as Gojyo and Sanzo made their way over to the karaoke setup. He took a seat back on the other side of the bar, watching patiently as Gojyo looked up the number of the song he wanted.

. . . Ah. That strange song about sexy backs. That would explain why he heard Gojyo humming it so much recently.

But it didn't really explain why the monk seemed to know it -- or at least, why he knew enough of the song to be comfortable to sing it well. And he did have a nice voice, as Hakkai had predicted, though he was still surprised to note as much-- ah. That was certainly an interesting thing Sanzo was doing with his tongue, wasn't it? And it did seem that Gojyo (who had a nice enough voice on his own) was making a grand effort not to lose his composure, and he hadn't missed a line yet (though he'd gotten close to missing his cues every once in a while, after trying to collect himself).

All in all, Hakkai was extremely glad that Goku wasn't here to see this. Seeing his father figure -- ah, did Sanzo just stick his pinky up? no, Hakkai was probably just seeing things -- and someone who was like his big brother -- now, that was an interesting thing Gojyo was doing with his hips, wasn't it? -- acting without their usual inhibitions would probably ~~mentally scar~~ bother the boy for years.

Hakkai really should have cut them off after their sixth drinks.

When they finished, Hakkai applauded them as they returned to their seats, giving them his brightest smile. "My, you're both very talented," he said without skipping a beat; he wondered how much Sanzo would remember of this later, and very secretly lamented the fact that he had lacked the foresight to record this entire thing for posterity. "I didn't know you really could sing, Sanzo."

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Gojyo was a little surprised that Sanzo's voice wasn't ear-bleedingly awful, however the real shock was the fact the monk knew all the lyrics to the chosen song and not only performed it, but seemed to enjoy singing it, judging by his uncharacteristically suggestive and occasionally downright lewd actions (which may or may not have been spurred on by Gojyo's own). Eat your heart out, Justin.

Too bad no one had brought a camera. After all, who wouldn't love to see giant animated posters of the two of them ~~acting gay~~ doing a duet together?

Gojyo bowed theatrically as Hakkai applauded, and on his way back to the bar, impulsively copped a feel of Sanzo's ass as he passed him. He'd blame the alcohol if anyone commented. "So d'ya think we've brought sexy back, Hakkai?" He struggled to hold back his laughter and rewarded himself for a prank well done with another beer. Whenever Sanzo sobered up, he'd undoubtedly be mortified by what he'd done. At least he'd have Betsy there to comfort him.

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Sanzo was surprised at Gojyo's song choice, but he wasn't going to back down from a challenge. He might have gotten a little carried away, but it was undoubtedly Gojyo's fault for doing that thing with his hips, so Sanzo didn't let it bother him. At least Hakkai didn't have a camera. ~~Why Sanzo was familiar with the song would remain a mystery.~~

The hand on his ass earned Gojyo a sharp look, but Sanzo didn't say anything. He stumbled a bit as he took his seat on the other side of the bar from Hakkai, and caught himself with one hand on his chair, and the other on Gojyo's knee. The stumble might have been accidental, but the hand that trailed up Gojyo's leg as Sanzo sat down was deliberate.

"No reason you would have heard me sing before," he replied to Hakkai. "So, are you going to take a turn? I'm sure Gojyo would be glad to sing a duet with you too." He drained the rest of his drink and reached for his cigarettes.

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Hakkai made no obvious sign of whether or not he noticed anything lewd occurring between Sanzo and Gojyo, aside from a noncommittal and just barely audible "Hm" as the two of them sat back down at the bar. "You were certainly both very spirited," he replied easily, wearing his usual pleasant smile. For a moment, he thought about asking Sanzo how he knew the song he just sang~~, then he imagined that Sanzo kept his knowledge of the lyrics in the same place he kept his ever present paper fan, in which case, Hakkai wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know~~. But he decided to let the matter rest.

He waved a hand vaguely and shook his head at Sanzo's question. "No, I couldn't possibly follow an act like that!" He laughed sheepishly and drank a little from his mug. "Besides, I'm afraid I'm not quite as gifted as you two are when it comes to music. Unfortunately, singing isn't exactly my strong suit."

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Gojyo had the conflicting urges to both take Sanzo's errant hand and guide it upward so that they might continue where they'd left off several weeks ago, and also to smack it away, hopefully embarrassing Sanzo in the process. It was probably for the best that the decision was made for him when Mr. Gay (http://pics.livejournal.com/perverted_kappa/pic/0019xys5) Sanzo moved his hand of his own accord.

"C'mon, you don't even wanna try? You can't be any worse than Baldy." He reached for his own cigarettes and lit one. "Or are you saying you prefer to be a groupie?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking. He knew all too well that Hakkai couldn't be goaded into doing things as Sanzo could be sometimes, but regardless, Gojyo couldn't help poking fun at him a little.

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"I'm not bald." Sanzo blew smoke in Gojyo's direction, then propped one elbow on the bar and leaned his head on his hand. "You don't sing at all?" he asked Hakkai. He was trying to picture Hakkai as a groupie, and the mental image made him snicker a little.

His glass was empty, but judging from the way his vision was blurring, he probably didn't need any more alcohol. "Is there any coffee left?"

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"Well, given those options, then. . . ah, should I start looking into designing some t-shirts for you two, do you think?" He gave a soft chuckle and shook his head again. "Not really," he replied, giving Sanzo a shy smile. "Or not very often, at the very least. I think it might be better that way, to be honest -- your ears would thank me."

He reached over and picked up the half-full coffee pot, pouring a mug for Sanzo and placing it in front of him. "Here you are. I might have to go track down a house-elf for some more coffee later," Hakkai said absently. "Ah, is there anything else you'd like to do, Sanzo? Perhaps you two should go sing another song?"

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Sanzo was obviously more than a little out of it if he failed to catch Gojyo's meaning, and it seemed pointless to explain that it was a derogatory term for a monk, so Gojyo simply continued smirking and said nothing more of it.

"Pass, on the t-shirts. You could knit our 'band' some scarves, though," Gojyo said, only half-joking. What with the colder weather, having a scarf would be useful. (As long as it wouldn't be one huge scarf they'd all have to share... at the same time.)

"Hey, I almost forgot." He stood up and circled around to the other side of the bar, got out his lighter and leaned down, holding the flame to each of the twenty-something candles on the cake in turn. Once they were all lit, he lifted the cake to the bartop and set it before Sanzo. "Time to make a wi~sh, Sanzo. And don't spit when you blow 'em out. I don't want any saliva icing."

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"If you were going to do t-shirts, we'd need a name for the band," Sanzo commented idly, then seemed to realize what he was saying. "But we're not a band, so it doesn't matter," he added, with a mental slap to the forehead. Definitely too much alcohol if he was saying stupid shit like that out loud.

He watched with a skeptical expression on his face as Gojyo brought out the cake. It didn't look lopsided or burned, so the kappa must have either had help or had someone else bake it. He glared at Gojyo, tempted to ask why he was so picky, since he didn't seem to mind sharing his saliva under different circumstances. He managed to keep that thought to himself. Just barely.

Sanzo looked at the cake and sighed. "This is stupid you know." But despite his words, he paused for a moment, then blew out the candles. There was a very small, almost secretive smile on his face.

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"That's a rather good idea, actually." Hakkai looked a little thoughtful for a moment, most likely thinking of the most suitable colors of yarn. "Maybe I also ought to knit some mittens or beanies, as well. What about sweaters with your initials on them, if you're not going to become involved with the music industry?" He figured he would have to gently remind Sanzo and Gojyo to make use of anything he made for them every time they would go out, but he didn't really seem to mind that fact all that much.

After Sanzo blew the candles out, Hakkai noted the small smile with mild curiosity, nearly tempted to ask about it but deciding otherwise. Shrugging to himself, he pulled out a stack of a few plates and placed them on the counter; he plucked out the spent candles, setting them aside on a spare plate. "Gojyo and I weren't entirely sure what sort of cake you would like," he explained lightly, almost apologetically, "so we thought it would be safest to make a vanilla cake. I hope that's all right with you."

Hakkai produced a knife ~~because all mass murderers happen to have them on hand~~ and placed that on the bartop, as well. Smiling warmly, he asked, "Isn't it customary for the birthday boy to make the first cut in his own birthday cake?"

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