Mike can't sing.
It doesn't stop him from trying, though. Which is why the entire team was currently being subjected to probably the worst version of "Livin on a Prayer" ever heard. They'd just lost against the Dodgers and everyone was a bit glum.
"He's punishing us." Ginny groaned. Blip smirked.
"He's just getting warmed up." He laughed at the look of horror on Ginny's face. "You should hear his version of Bohemian Rhapsody. I swear birds died."
Mike finished and sauntered over to their table. Sitting down he gave them a questioning look. "Was my angelic voice too much for your mortal ears?"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Let me put it this way; I was too busy preparing to duck in case my beer bottle shattered."
Mike's brow furrowed. "I guess your face is okay enough to want to protect." Ginny threw a handful of peanuts and Mike ducked, grinning. "Hey. My face is definitely pretty enough."
"We can't tell." Ginny said. "There's too much fur to excavate." She waved her hand towards his beard.
"Oh so that's how it is?" Mike motioned towards the stage. "By all means, Beyonce, show us how it's done."
Blip raised an eyebrow and took a sip of beer. Ginny schooled her expression; Mike had no idea what was coming for him. She stood, walking towards Miller's table where the binder of song choices was.
"What?" Mike frowned as he looked over a Blip's amused face. "What?!"
"Oh you've done it now." Blip said.
"For the record, Captain." Ginny called across the room. "I'm not Beyonce." She waited until Mike faced her before walking up to the stage. The opening bars of The Greatest Love began playing. "I"m more of a Whitney."
Mike's jaw dropping as she began the song was a definite ego boost. Blip was laughing. "You fucking knew." He growled, giving him an accusatory glare. Blip shrugged.
"She and Evie own karaoke." Blip raised his beer to his lips.
"And you couldn't warn me?" Mike hissed.
"This is more fun." Blip raised his bottle in Ginny's direction. "Sing Ginny."
Mike pouted (later he would insist it was a manly brooding stare). Ginny finished the song and walked back towards the table giving high fives to her applauding teammates. She sat down across from him, giving him her best innocent look. "All good, Captain?"
"Peachy." Mike said, leaning forward, putting his elbows on the table. "Hey, Baker...wanna do a duet?"