Vincent took several deep breaths, somehow managing not to hyperventilate, and slowly gathered his ( alcohol soaked ) wits. With one final glance at Cid's shocked face he trekked forward to face an enemy even deadlier than Sephy's sword….
The Microphone of Doom.
'I can only imagine what they'll write on my grave…as long as Yuffie and Reno it shouldn't be too bad' Vincent shuddered, reaching the end of his courage testing journey. Slowly he climbed the stairs of peril (he's tipsy, remember?) and finally reached the battle ground/stage.
"Pretty thing, ain't ya?" The DJ winked at Vincent's flushing face. "Oh-Kay~ Let us see what you'll be yodeling…"The DJ went over to the band members who-and it wasn't his imagination- all had identical evil demonic smirks on their faces. He briefly wondered if they were Chaos's old pool buddies.
Vincent was pulled out of his reverie by the return of DJ Envy. Looking at the shimmering eyes of Envy and the…eviler grins, in knew he was screwed. Big time. Hearing the ominous 'kukuku' of laughter, he guessed the night would end with him visiting his dear old coffin. Weather or not because he would really be dead he didn't know.' I should have slit my throat while I had the chance…'
Envy grinned, leaning forward he whispered the song in Vincent's ear.
Well, the good thing was that if he didn't die he could get completely and totally shitfaced
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Finally Cid managed to reboot his mind just as Vin stepped up to the chopping block -err, I mean microphone. Everyone in the bar drew in a breath as the stage lights began to flash to the feisty yet seductive beat. Then the slow smooth velvet voice rolled out:
"Destroy me…now…"That muttering is a blasphemy against god that comes much too lost!!
Cid (and everyone else) felt their jaws hit the ground as Vincent rolling voice filled their ears with dark sensual words.
A cruel act heals my boredom Agonize over that savage melting caress
The temp seemed to go up as full lips moved, and an elegant hand wrapped around the mic in a way meant for older audiences (how Cid HATED that mic at the moment).Then Vincent began to sway, adding to the sinfully sensual performance.
Do you want to drown with your eyes open?Get lost out of my head
You've got to find the help of GOD
jumped in Cid's pants as Vincent moved his body in a fashion usually reserved for the bedroom…usually.
Until we're allowed to be free…Agonize over the inserted out your hand even farther, heal me furiously, I beg you
Vincent's tone and movements became more desperate and none the less libido grabbing.
I said we got no guarantee Embrace my truncated frame Open your eyes even wider, destroy me furiously, I beg you
The beat began to pick up as did the light, which captured the wanton dancing in a sort of freeze frame. Cid couldn't have torn his eyes away even if he wanted too.
Until we're allowed to be free…Agonize over the inserted plug Reach out your hand even farther, heal me furiously, I beg you
And with several final sways of those hypnotizing hips (get it?) the shameful thought inducing performance came to a heartbreaking end. The bar snapped out of their NC-17 fantasies as Cid hopped the stage and scooped up a pleasantly surprised demon vessel and ran out the door. A heavy silence fell.
Suddenly Cloud broke the silence by say what was on EVERYONE'S mind:
"Lucky bastard."
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The bassist walked out followed by the guitarist, both had the smug look on their face
The bassist looked at her tomboy counterpart and asked "Got the spy gear, Ha-tan?"
"Yup,wanna try the Highwind first Xell?"Said geeky Goth smiled the smile only a yaoi fan could.
