A/N: So I decided to do the requisite "karaoke" songfic that every songfic writer does… I'm doing mine a little bit differently (a little more story and action instead of them just getting up and singing), so with no further ado… by the way, I'm not thrilled with the title to this so throw me some ideas for a new one!
Disclaimer: Only my overactive imagination is mine!
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"I can't believe you talked me into this," Elliot whines as we pull up to Maloney's in my black Navigator.
"Oh shut up. It's going to be fun," I tease. He grumbles some more as we get out of the vehicle and head into the bar to meet up with everyone.
"Liv!" I look around to see who shouted my name and my eyes land on Casey Novak. I raise my hand to wave back at her as I drag Elliot through the bar.
"Elliot's being a fun hater," I complain as we sit down at the high top table.
"So's this one," Casey says, jabbing an elbow into John Munch's ribs.
"All I said was I don't sing," John says.
"And karaoke's a conspiracy?" I tease.
"Exactly. Glad you got it figured out, Benson," he agrees with a nod.
The little blonde waitress wanders over to our table to see what we want to drink.
"Guinness. And a Jack. Straight up," Elliot orders.
"Are you going to sing tonight, honey?" I ask.
"If I do I'm going to be damn sure I'm drunk," he grumbles.
I roll my eyes and glance at our waitress. "Can I just get an MGD in a bottle please?" I ask.
She nods and heads back to the bar to get our drinks.
Casey flops the song book in front of me and flips it open. "I think we should do this one. Considering our current circumstances," she says, pointing to a new country tune. I've heard it on the radio a few times and I wholeheartedly agree.
"Sounds good. But let's wait for Mel and Tiffani," I suggest, referring to our medical examiner Melinda Warner, and the latest conquest of John's partner, Fin, Tiffani Carter.
Casey nods her agreement. "Fin just called, they should be here pretty quick."
Our waitress returns and sets my beer in front of me. She takes Elliot's pint glass off her tray and puts it in front of him, setting his small tumbler of whiskey next to it.
"Thanks," he says, handing her a ten and telling her to keep the change.
"You guys okay?" she asks Casey and John.
"I'm good, Casey nods, motioning toward her caramel apple martini.
"Me too," John says, slugging back a drink of his Keystone.
"Old man beer," Casey mutters conspiratorially to me.
I nod and giggle. "Or fifteen year olds who are lookin' to get drunk for cheap," I grin.
"Hey girls," Tiffani says, coming up behind us and wrapping one arm around me and the other around Casey.
"Hey, Tiff," I respond. "How was work?" I ask.
"Sad. I had a patient die on me today."
"Oh, Tiff. That sucks, I'm sorry," Casey says sympathetically.
When we met Tiffani, Fin and I were on a run to St. Marks. She was in the hallway, wearing scrubs and a dazed look – she screamed brain-dead nurse's assistant to me, but turns out she's an attending on the surgical floor. Trust me. You'd take one look at her and have the same thought I did. Long blonde hair. Big doe eyes. Hooker red lipstick at all times. Not to mention she's been… surgically enhanced. A lot. She looks stupid, I promise. But once we all got to know her, we fell in love. Especially Fin. It's weird to see him with a girl, usually he's single – but he's crazy about her. Good for them. I glance across the table to where he's deep in conversation with Elliot and John.
"This is just what I needed," Tiffani comments with a smile, sliding onto the empty stool between John and Fin.
"I didn't," Fin grumbles.
"Okay, boys. Put your I'm happy to be here if I ever want to see the inside of a bedroom door again faces on," I request. Elliot glances up at me and smiles, knowing full well that I don't make promises I don't intend to keep.
"Doc!" Tiffani hollered across the now-crowded bar. She waived the medical examiner, sans husband, over to our table.
"Where's Henry?" Munch, Fin, and Elliot all asked at once.
"Home. He passed on karaoke night. Wow, you guys are troopers," she commended.
"There was an option to pass? I was not aware of any such option," Munch complained.
Elliot flipped his cell phone open and pressed a speed dial option to call Melinda's husband.
"Henry," he said after a second. "It's Elliot. Hey, listen. John and Fin and I weren't given the pass option so get your ass down here. There will be no passing," he commanded. He nodded his head and spoke again. "Yeah, man, I totally understand. But I don't care. I'm not watching the Knicks game, neither are you. Get here. Bye." Elliot flipped his phone shut and looked at the other two guys with a smile. "He'll be here in a few minutes."
I looked at the girls and rolled my eyes. "Sorry," I say.
"Meh. It's just Elliot being a whiner. I'm used to it," Casey teases.
"Shut up, Counselor," Elliot pouts.
"Honey, snap out of it. Have another drink or something," I roll my eyes at his sour mood.
"So what are we singing, ladies?" Mel asks, trying to change the subject.
"This one," I point to the song we've chosen.
"Oh, I've heard that on the radio a few times," Tiffani says, glancing around the table at the guys. "I think it works pretty damn well, considering."
"That's what I said!" Casey agrees.
The guys were deep in conversation about a case we were working on. I cleared my throat to interrupt. "Don't be boring Henry with work stuff when he gets here, you three. No work. Just sing. Pick out a song." I slide the book across the table and they grumble as they flip through the pages.
"How about this one?" John asks, pointing to a selection.
Elliot and Fin both smile and glance up at me and Tiffani. "I think it's funny, but I'm not sure I want to sleep on the couch that long," Elliot comments.
"Oh, c'mon, Stabler. You telling me your girlfriend can't take a joke?" Munch glances at me over the top of his glasses.
"His girlfriend takes a joke just fine, John," I retort. "Maybe you should check with the ADA before you make any rash decisions."
"I'm fine. You boys sing whatever you want," Casey agrees.
"You okay, baby?" Fin asks sweetly.
"I can take whatever you can dish out, Tutola," she reminds him.
"That's my girl," he says with a grin, just as Henry walks in and slaps Elliot on the back.
"Hey man," he says. "Hi, honey," he smiles at Melinda.
"Sorry, babe. The boys made you come out," she says with a grin.
"Don't worry. I threw a tape in the VCR to record the game. You guys should come over tomorrow afternoon and watch the rest of it. Bring the girls," he replies, smirking at me, Tiff, and Casey.
Casey and Tiffani both groan and so does Elliot.
"What's your problem?" Munch asks with a satisfied grin.
"That's not really punishment for Liv. The game's already recording at our house."
"What the hell? Then why are you complaining about not being able to watch it?" Casey asks.
"It's 'different' when it's live," I say with an eye roll.
"Oh please," Tiffani groans.
"Hey, so, everyone's here. Liv, go tell the guy what we're singing," Casey commands.
"Yes, ma'am," I agree with a giggle. I write down the number and song title with our names on one of the little scraps of paper we'd gotten and marched it up to the DJ. "Hi," I say with a smile.
"Hey. What you singin'?" he asks.
I hand him the paper and he smiles. "Are you sittin' at that rowdy high-top in the corner?" he asks.
"The one with the 4 grown men acting like three-year-olds? Yeah, that's us," I grin.
He looks down at the piece of paper and chuckles. "Olivia, Tiffani, Melinda, and Casey, huh? Sound like a force to be reckoned with," he says.
I nod my head enthusiastically. "You bet."
"Okay. You are…"
"I'm Liv."
"Okay, Liv. You've got three groups in front of you, and then you girls are up."
"Thanks!" I say enthusiastically and head back to our table.
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A/N: What do you think so far? Keep reading to see what the girls picked to sing!! R&R this chapter for me first, please! I'll be your best friend! XO, Kinsey
