Scene 17: Karaoke
The room was warm, and a slight hint of cigarette lingered in the air, although one could not smoke inside that room. There was a lot of shouting and laughter, many smiling faces pointed right at them, who shared a microphone while dueting the famous song 'Ebony and Ivory', each with a delicious red and rather alcoholic cocktail in hand.
Of course, the neon lights of the writings hanging on the wall hurt the eyes a little and the brightness of the screen on which the words flowed was a little too high, but it was feasible - in any case, they knew the words exactly by heart. So, while Zhurong performed in a pathos-rich song, Yueying sipped from her glass and shook her head in time, moving her hips slowly, as if she were dancing slow.
There and then, Zhurong did not notice anything, but when Yueying took the microphone in her hand, she had the distinct feeling that there was something wrong, but she could not understand what it was; that it was something in the notes taken by Yueying, a higher pitch than necessary, or that it was the fact that what she sang didn't make sense, it didn't matter, they were there and they were having fun!
So they did not seem to think Zhang Chunhua and Wang Yi, sitting at a table nearby, peering at them with their arms crossed and, although the second was extremely frowning, the first was having fun like never before: she had never seen Yueying drunk, but she knew already that she would induce her to drink also in the future, since all evening she had done nothing but make jokes ... and now she imitated a rock star, although it wasn't exactly the right song to do it.
"Let's go get them, they've already made themselves quite ridiculous," Wang Yi grumbled, although she had long stared at the scene with a certain fascination: a woman as posed as Yueying who shrank so much after a while too many cocktails was the most curious she had seen in recent times. Maybe it was true that the quiet ones, after all, were unleashed.
"I find them adorable..." Chunhua laughed, peering at Zhurong who hugged her partner from behind and leaned over her shoulder to sing the chorus together - obviously each with different words, some even invented, and with very, very different musical times compared to that of the original song. They were a real show.
"Adorable or not, my eardrums are killing me."
Resigned, Chunhua got up, followed immediately by the other, and approached the small stage, climbing sideways to gently remove the microphone from her friend's hand. The microphone came off immediately, but Yueying didn't want to get out and insisted on singing a song again.
"No! My Yue!" Zhurong exclaimed, dragged away heavily by a Yi endowed with considerable strength. Passing by them, the drunk member reached out and dragged her sweet drunk half back, chuckling when Yueying stumbled and collapsed on her.
In a chorus of laughter from the audience, the four women paid and the two who were still sober tried to drag them to the car as soon as possible.
"I cannot believe!" Yueying exclaimed, pale as a rag and back from a headache that had weakened her for most of the day. "I can't have done those things!"
Her friend, on the other end of the phone, had laughed and assured her that anyone present during that evening would never forget her splendid performance. Yueying, demoralized, had closed the call and given herself a heavy sigh, full of embarrassment.
"I don't remember anything, but I can guarantee it was fun." At that moment, her sweet half reassured her, sitting next to her on the edge of the newly made bed.
"Aren't you embarrassed to have made yourself ridiculous in front of all those people?"
"Why should it? I drank like a sponge, I had fun and, even if I don't remember anything, my partner still laughs at me! I call this a nice night, don't you?"
Yueying, dumbfounded, started to reply, but did not find any word suited to the situation. Instead, she contented herself with looking for her partner's lips to kiss her gently.
"Next time I want to sing Clapton something! You know what she does..."
Zhurong was promptly interrupted by her better half: "Please don't make me reply, Chunhua continues to laugh and say that we were tender..."
"You see? Yes, she has good taste! Here, next time I should duet with her, it would be fun."
Yueying doubted this highly, as Chunhua was well known for holding alcohol even in massive doses but did not mention it. A little hint of jealousy suggested that perhaps it would be fun to do it together.
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