knightsoflegend | LAS VEGAS ♔ DON'T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME

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LAS VEGAS ♔ DON'T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME

One of The Drunks - Panic! At The Disco

WHO || Kenzi, Paige, Bo, Groot, Rocket, You? ~~Gatecrashers~~ Others welcome.
WHAT || Vegas Baby!
WHERE || Pandora in Vegas, Nevada.
WHEN || March, 2018
HOW || Action Spam.

[ Kenzi had threatened Paige with a ladies night and of course, if anyone needed a night out it was Bo. The fact that there's also a talking Tree, a drinking Raccoon and... Drax? It's Kenzi. Why is anyone shocked by the people that she spends time with? She has ideas and they spin out of control and you just sort of hang on for the ride. It's her way. She may have casually mentioned they were coming here to a few other people, so if you happen to show up as well? The more the merrier.

The location itself isn't exactly filled with the garish glitz and glamor that a person generally associates with Vegas. Pandora has a British Pub meets modern day speakeasy feel to it. It's known for its signature cocktails with names like Panty Dropper and the Hot Little Mess and you can always count on live entertainment in the form of dancers, magicians, a band and of course, a DJ. It also happens to be one of the few clubs that has an open door policy where Shadowkind are concerned. Whether they'll be rethinking said policy after tonight? We just don't know. ]

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Thank you. I don't like it at all. [She takes another sip and thunks her blonde head against the bar.] Why would people choose this??

Because there's a happy medium that exists somewhere in the middle of drunk and sober that makes life less sucky. [ She reaches out to gently pat Paige's back, grimacing a little as she admits. ]

You just sort of... missed that mark a smidge.

Those shots were just so small. I had no idea. There's no... no instruction manual for this. [She sits up and grabs Kenzi's shoulder.] Please don't let me black out and get married in Vegas to a stranger.

It's a trial and error sort of thing. You have to go too far a few times before you learn how to pace yourself.

[ Why would you put that image in her head? ]

While I would pay, good money to see that happen? I promise that there's more chance of me doing that and honey... that's never gonna happen.

[ She likes to believe that blackout drunk her would still have an aversion to emotions and lifelong commitment. ]

I will not have sex without marriage. [She presses a finger repeatedly into the bar.] It is a terrifying possibility that I, Paige Lenore Lyons, under duress, would think that was a logical series of events. I have seen these movies.

[She hiccups, groans, and decides to just lean pathetically on Kenzi.] But thank you...

[ She snorts her amusement and then... ]

Oh. Wow, you're being serious.

[ Oh my god there are so many questions she wants to ask right now. Like what do you define as sex. Does the eatin ain't cheatin rule apply? ]

There's your first mistake. Trying to apply logic to alcohol. It's why it makes everything better. Booze knows no reason.

[ She does however slip an arm around Paige, in part to be sure she won't fall off her stool and give a gentle rub of her back. ]

You're welcome. [ A beat. ] Though if you'd brought Sweets I might have been singing a different tune.

[Given this comes after Paige told Sweets about Hellsing and I still don't know his reaction to that, we present intentional vagueness!]

Oh no... You're still on about that. That's why I didn't bring him.

[ Would she normally ignore that very obvious 'we are not having this conversation' and have the conversation? You bet. Am I going to be nice due to intentional vagueness? Yeah but she says you owe her Paige. ]

Duh?! [ Of course she's still on about it Paige. She is never going to not be on about it. ] But fine, tonight can be a dude free zone.

[ Fast forward to ten minutes when Kenzi is totally breaking that rule. Let it be noted now that future!Kenzi gives up a night of oral for you Paige. You really owe her. ]

We'll pick this up again tomorrow.

Tomorrow I'll be hungover and mad at you and be even less inclined to talk about this.

[She sips her water with INTENSE FRUSTRATION.] Is now a good time to tell you that I also don't dance... Like that...?

[Like that being... pretty much any dance out there on the floor.] The tree- I'm sorry that's rude- Groot is better than I am.

Pshhh you love me.

[ Even when you say you don't she'll insist that you do until you cave. It's the basis of most of her friendships, honestly. ]

What do you mean... like that?

[ After trying to teach Groot The Floss she's not sure he's one to hold up on a pedestal. ]

Do you dance at all?

I went to cotillion...

[So like... do your math.]

[ I mean... (Wis 8). ]

What like... Line dancing for rich white people?

[ She saw it on Gossip Girl. ]

...Honestly, in Alabama that's not really that far off, but it's manners and other things and not so much, um... Grinding. I can waltz and foxtrot...

And yes... Linedance.

[ She makes a face but... she really can't judge because it's legit canon that Kenzi can ballroom dance. ]

Well if you can do that you can do this. [ Sliding off her stool and offering Paige a hand - in part so she doesn't faceplant cause... she drunk. ]

I promise not to rub my vajayjay anywhere near your body parts.

[Paige just linefaces at her like why are you like this, but she takes her hand anyway, because she's trusted her so far and you can't undo drinking five Sit on My Face Mary Janes.] Why can't there just be a karaoke bar. I could handle karaoke. That wouldn't be humiliating...

[ A Karaoke machine... she does not see straight away but what she does catch her eye... is a house band.

This right here is the next musical number in Knights of Legend, ladies and gentlemen. ]

Don't worry. I got this.

[ And she's going to drag Paige up there with her and grab the attention of the singer while the band is preparing to start their set.

Who even knows what she says because I can't be bothered writing out that conversation but ya know. She's working the fact that this dress has cleavage and the fact that he has a penis. The sad thing is that she only half-assed it with that 4 I rolled but then it's Kenzi and apparently, she can charm people into doing anything without really trying. (Charm 36 VS WS 24 cause I gave unnamed singer dude a chance and he was too busy staring at her boobs, apparently.) He's probably now staring at her ass as she goes back to Paige. ]

What song?

What?

[Oh no, she's apparently along for the ride, and while she said karaoke wouldn't be humiliating, accosting the band might be. She looks a little lost there beside the stage while Kenzi charms the singer. She's so startled by this turn of events that she stammers her way through an answer.]

...What? Oh gods, are we really doing this? Um. Um.... [she snaps her fingers, trying to come up with a song.] Uh. Do they know Dreams? By Fleetwood Mac?

Wait - We? [ What is this we you speak of, Paige? Apparently... Kenzi feels terrible enough about getting you drunk that she turned around and Crit Failed her Will Save to resist this We business... and she knows the song anyway. (Pop Culture 23) so short of screaming 'Oh look a Tree' and making a run for it... she's going to roll with this because the whole point of tonight was to make sure that Paige had a good time.

Also she has no shame. ]

It's Fleetwood Mac. If they don't they have no business calling themselves a band. [ And die said they do so at least she's not gonna have to Acapella this shit up here.

She has another quiet word with the boobs-man, confirming as such and gives Paige the nod as the band start doing their introductions. ]

Uh... so... We're gonna do something a little different to start with? [ Poor dude looks like he's not sure how he's been talked into this but then he seems to throw a look at Kenzi and remembers why, his bewilderment turning to a grin as he nods his head like 'oh yeah'. Hot chicks. ]

So uh, give a big Pandora welcome for... uh... [ And now it's Kenzi's turn to just, jack the mic from this dude because she maybe forgot to mention their names... but hey! At least she remembers not to give their real ones? ]

Paige Rogers and Kenzi McAdams.

But that's not- [Oh never mind. She doesn't know why she's giving a fake name because she bombed that wisdom check, but at least the damage is done and she isn't going to correct it.] Hi... Y'all? I hope you like Fleetwood Mac...

[Despite the fact that she's most comfortable singing for a crowd when she takes the mic, she's a little terrified and uncomfortable and she starts out shaky ~~(perform (sing) 13)~~, but an action point brings it up to a 30. Best use of an action point, and you know it.

♪dreams- kristin chenoweth]

[ Yeah look, Kenzi is mostly here to back Paige up but ya know what? She looks pretty damn good as she does it and that's what counts. She's letting Paige take lead on this thing but what will shock the shit out of everyone... including her mun... is that when it comes time for the harmonies? This bitch breaks out a Perform Sing 33. (RIGHT?!?!?!) Let's be real she's probably not got the voice of an angel but the girl knows how to sell a song. Ya welcome, kids. ]

[As the song goes on, Kenzi works the crowd while Paige focuses on performing through a drunken haze- it's a miracle she even remembers the words, but at least a little bit of a slur helps sell those Stevie Nicks vocals. There's a certain lightness that comes to Paige when she starts getting into it and she stops being tense and anxious about the atmosphere and the alcohol and the potential for mistakes and only focuses on the performing. This is where she thrives.

She finishes the final notes to some general applause (this isn't really the crowd for Fleetwood Mac), but enough to make her giddy and flush as she hands the microphone back to the lead singer.] Thank you. That was amazing.

[To Kenzi, she just bounces as much as one can in two-inch stilettos and hugs her.] You're amazing! Ahh! I love it! This is so exciting.

[ If this is how good Paige is in a drunken haze? Kenzi wants to see what she came pull out sober because... damn this girl has some pipes. Sweets... you are a lucky man. (What?! It's Kenzi.)

It is however, not lost on Kenzi that Paige seems to change as the song goes on. Letting go of all that tension that she usually carries around, like a pocket rocket ready to explode and while Kenzi does a great job of working the crowd to accommodate for the fact that... she's really not that great a singer? By the time the song winds to an end? It's all Paige carrying the show with her voice alone and the crowd doesn't seem any less into it.

The singer takes the microphone from Paige and then collects Kenzi's with that look that says he's about to proposition her right here on stage... But then there's Paige, bless her heart, with a hug that almost bowls Kenzi over and it takes her a second to recover before she can hug her back, unable to fight the smile that answers the blonde's happiness. ]

Honey, I just sweet-talked Captain Tightpants over here. [ Dudes in skinny jeans, man. ] That was all you.

[ She does however give Paige a squeeze in return before easing back, taking a moment to enjoy that look on her face before Kenzi just casually loops an arm through hers, smiling tightly at the singer as she immediately leads them off the stage before he can get a word in. ]

Makes me wonder what the hell you're doing with the Organisation That Must Not Be Named when you can sing like that.

[Paige flushes in a way that's not wholly alcohol related.] Oh well... You know. I'm a cleric, Kenzi. A cleric dedicated to a god of music. It feels kinda selfish to do all of that for myself, for- for fame. I was gonna be a Tuneservant, you know. Hold on- I need another shot.

[She's so thrilled by the whole singing thing that the second she sees the bar, she is all up on it and yes, she did order the "Sit On My Face, Mary Jane" without flinching. She has the power of Milil and Stevie Nicks on her side now.]

[ Kenzi is just. A proud, proud mama right now. She'll even order one of those for herself. ]

You think being a performer is selfish because it's what you enjoy? [ Confusion twisting her features as she leans against the bar. ]

What's your favorite song?

No, no... Being a performer strictly for the benefit of myself and for fame and money is selfish. Tuneservants perform for Milil. It's how we get our divine gifts and there's other perks, but... I don't think that's going to happen. I joined the Knights because I thought it would help me complete the tasks I needed to complete to go back to the temple, but...

[Well Strahd happened. She downs her shot, makes a face, and shakes her head.] But that's fine. I like helping people. I like singing, but I prefer to sing to bring people joy, not because I'm making any money off of it or because I have to. And oh- what?

[Her brain is sluggish and she's drunkenly rambling.] Take It to the Limit by the Eagles. The Eagles are my favorite. I named my dog after Don Henley.

Edited 2019-04-22 16:49 (UTC)

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