Disclaimer: Chapter 1 holds the secret. (I no, I'm lazy and don't change
this part). I don't own any of the songs, either.
A/N: Gomen ne yet again! I'm sorrreeee!! Okay, I know, I promised to update soon. I even promised one person that it would be by, like, a few Mondays ago. Well, I'm sorry, but I have been soooo busy! I will most likely continue to be so busy until I get a weekend off. The last three weekends I have not been able to go to my Dad's and my Mom doesn't like it when I'm on the computer for too long. Plus I went up north with Lisa-kun. So! Without further excuses, here is chapter 23! E-mail with ideas and any other comments at jupitergurl02@hotmail.com are STILL appreciated! (I haven't had anyone respond to this yet. sobs)
Chapter 23, Opportunist
"I can't believe zat you dragged us here," said Kurt, working on his second beer.
"I can't believe you're drinking," commented Lisa.
"Come on, the daiquiris are great!" said Angela, on her third strawberry daiquiri.
"Woohoo! Screwdriver!" shouted Lance. Everyone sweatdropped. This was about his seventh. Mikey and Lisa seemed to be the only ones who hadn't started drinking something. Bobby raised his hand to order another round when they were all called up to the stage. They glared at Angela, most having forgotten that she put in their name to sing.
"Uh, hi?" she said. Sabretooth snarled as Fay drug him up on stage. Girls swooned as the X-Men and Brotherhood gathered around the mics. "Er, this one's only for the guys," said Angela, but Fay stood there anyway.
"Someone's gotta take care of the kitty," she protested. Everyone sighed as the music started and the guys began to sing together in horribly off-key, drunken voices.
"We don't like to go out shoppin', we don't care what's on sale. We just wanna sit with a bag full of chips watchin' the NFL. When you come over at half-time, An' say, 'does this dress fit too tight?' We just look you in the eye with a big fat lie and say "Uh, uh: Looks just right." About this time, they were all glaring at Angela as most of the bar, including the girls from the X-Men and Brotherhood, started to guffaw as they continued sulkily with the chorus.
"Well, that's the truth about men. Yeah, that's the truth about us. We like to hunt and golf on our days off, Scratch, an' spit, an cuss. It don't matter what line we hand you, when we come draggin' in. We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry, An' it's probably gonna happen again." By this time, surprisingly, they were getting into it. All except for Sabrewtooth, that is. Fay poked him in the side and he growled, and then started singing again.
"We hate watchin' "Steel Magnolias". We like "Rambo" an' "Die Hard 4". Jump up and down like fools when we see the new tools, at the Home Depot store. We don't really wanna take you to dinner, at some fancy restaurant. The only reason we do is 'cause we know it leads to, the one thing that we all want. Well, that's the truth about men. Yeah, that's the truth about guys. We'd rather play guitars and work on cars, than work on the problems in our lives. An' though we might say it to you, every now and then, we ain't wrong; we ain't sorry, an' it's probably gonna happen again." Everyone was laughing as they went into the bridge.
"Well, if you want to know what we're all thinkin', it's nothing too complex. It's just somethin' cold for drinkin', and a whole lot of s-e yes, that's the truth about men. Yeah, that's the truth about us. We like to hunt and golf an' drive around, lost, scratch, an' spit, an' a whole lot of other disgustin' stuff. it don't matter what line we hand you, when we come a-crawlin' in. We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry, an' it's probably gonna happen again. We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry, an' it's probably gonna happen; Sure, it's gonna happen; You know it's gonna happen again. An' that's the truth about men." A loud cheer went up from the crowed and everyone bowed, and then exited the stage.
"That was fun!" said Mikey, hopping down off the stage.
"Yup!" agreed Remy. They went back with the girls where someone had approached Lisa.
"Hey, your friend's kinda cute," said the woman. Lisa, who had just finished her second daiquiri, smiled a bit tipsily, holding onto Kurt's arm as he sat on the stool next to her.
"He's not my friend, he's my lova," she said, giggling. Everyone else giggled, too, being too drunk to understand that maybe that wasn't the best thing to say. Kurt smiled and put his arm around Lisa's shoulders, hugging her closer. He tossed his head, flipping the hair out of his eyes. Lisa gaped and nearly started to drool. "Kurt, that was so sexy! Do that again," Lisa demanded. Kurt did so and all the girls giggled. Pietro put a protective hand around Angela's waist as she leaned a bit closer.
"Do it again, Kurt!" Angela encouraged. He did so and they all giggled, although Pietro seemed a bit miffed. He kept doing it until he fell over. Mikey burst out laughing.
"I wish I had a camera!" he said, and then blinked. "What am I saying?" he demanded of himself. "Camera!" He felt a heaviness in his pocket and pulled out the camera. He snapped a picture of Kurt on his back, the other bar stools sprawled out around him and Lisa leaning over to help him up.
"Ooh, Lisa!" said Angela excitedly. Lisa looked up, at Angela, Kurt still leaning against her some. Angela held up a CD with Japanese scrawled messily across it. "They gotta thing here where they'll wipe out the words on your own CD for you to sing with!"
"So?" said Lisa, not understanding.
"So! I got the Ayatsuri Sakon song!" she said happily. Lisa jumped up and ran with Lisa to the request line. Lance was already there.
"What're you requesting, Lance?" asked Lisa.
"It's a secret!" he said, bounding off. Lisa and Angela gave each other odd looks before handing the CD to the lady. There was someone else up at the microphone singing "These Boots Were Made For Walking," in the most annoying voice any of them had heard; yet Toad and Blob were dancing together. This, however, meant that no one else would fit on the dance floor. This was okay with the rest of the crowd; they were content to just watch the odd dance pairing. No one noticed Mikey snap another picture before going to the bathroom. His cell was ringing.
"Come on, Toni! Wanna go sing Draw Me Close with me?" asked Angela, finishing another daiquiri.
"You're really into this singing thing, aren't you?" asked Bobby. Angela nodded happily as Bobby was called up to the mike. Toni and Angela stood paralyzed as the rest of them witnessed Bobby sing "Ice Ice Baby." After the round of laughter that followed, it was Mikey's turn to sing. He sang a very depressing song.
"I linger in the doorway of alarm clocks screaming, monsters calling my name. Let me stay where the wind will whisper to me where the raindrops where they're falling, tell a story. In my field of paper flowers and candy clouds of lullaby I lie inside myself for hours and watch my purple sky fly over me. "Don't say I'm out of touch with this rampant chaos - your reality. I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge. The nightmare. I built my own world to escape. In my field of paper flowers and candy clouds of lullaby I lie inside myself for hours and watch my purple sky fly over me. "Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming. Cannot cease for the fear of silent night. Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming, the Goddess of imaginary light. In my field of paper flowers and candy clouds of lullaby I lie inside myself for hours and watch my purple sky fly over me." As he finished, no one else seemed to notice how sad he seemed as he sat at the table by the bar with everyone else. They were all too drunk. Remy smiled at him, putting his arm over his shoulder and smiling behind his glasses.
"Well, dis party is f' me, s'what should I sing?" he asked as Lance got up on stage. Everyone again stopped to watch their friend make an idiot of himself. He sang "Margaritaville," dancing and swaying with the mike. "Nibblin' on sponge cake, watchin' the sun bake; all of those tourists covered with oil. Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing. Smell those shrimp- They're beginnin' to boil. Wasted away again in Margaritaville, Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, but I know it's nobody's fault. "Don't know the reason, stayed here all season with nothing to show but this brand new tattoo. But it's a real beauty, A Mexican cutie; how it got here I haven't a clue. Wasted away again in Margaritaville, searchin' for my lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, now I think,-- hell it could be my fault." At about this time, someone came up on stage with Lance and handed him a Margarita. He finished the rest of the song between drinks of his drink, sloshing it all over. "I blew out my flip flop, stepped on a pop top; Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home. But there's booze in the blender, and soon it will render that frozen concoction that helps me hang on. Wasted away again in Margaritaville searchin' for my lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, but I know, it's my own damn fault. Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame, And I know it's my own damn fault." As he finished, Lance stumbled back to his barstool and ordered another drink. Everyone laughed and clapped him on the back.
Afterward, attention turned back to Remy. "Well, how about. er.." Started Angela. Then being called up on stage saved her and Lisa from any further thought on the subject.
"Mitasarenai to wakatte mo, motomeru no ka eien wo? Tsumibito to seija no hazama de setsuna no toki tsunaide. Owari no nai ayamachi ni irodorareta sekai wa kaseki no mori ni sugata wo kaete, kanashimi no shinwa wo tsumugu. Itsuka karada sae kaze ni nari daichi e kaeru darou. Dakedo kokoro wa doko e yuku no ka? Hito wa kotae wo shiran. Soshite arukidasu, hikari naki yoru wo yuke.
"Fukai yami ni idakarete, kakushite'ta namida ga ochiru. Gareki no machi wo awaremu you ni, tsuki no honoo ga yurameku. Yokubou mo ai mo mou miwake ga tsukanai kono sekai de. Maboroshi to shiri nagara mune wo iyasu mono wo hito wa oi-tsudzukeru, itami to hikikae ni shinjitsu wo sagasu you ni. Mitasarenai to wakatte mo motome-tsudzukeru, kagiri aru inochi wo kedakaku. Hibikasete kaze ni nari daichi e to kaeru toki made, tamashii wa samayoi-tsudzukereba ii soshite hito wa mata, arukidashite yuku, hikari naki yoru wo yuke!" They held the last note out together and gained minimal clapping from most tables.
The only places that roared with applause for their Japanese poetry to music was their own area. The one table and multiple bar stools was very pleased with their two drunken companions. Mikey snapped off another picture for good measure as they walked back. Kurt and Pietro were waiting for them happily, Kurt with another beer in his hand and Pietro holding something special he had the bartender make, a Rum and Amp.
"Wow! That was great!" Pietro slurred, draping an arm over Angela's shoulders. Kurt followed suit with Lisa, his beer spilling a bit.
"Ja! Zat vas awesome! Vhat language vas zat again?"
"Baka ni," Angela and Lisa accused together. Remy stood up to go request the song he had decided on, but nearly didn't make it. Mikey laughed a little, trying to help him over to the woman who took his request and name down.
"My turn!" Fay declared, dragging Sabretooth away from his drink and up onstage. "The rest of you guys gotta come, too," she demanded. The rest of the Brotherhood members, now having no qualms about singing in front of people in their drunken states, followed her. Angela grinned as the music started and they all began to sing. "When the devil is to busy, and death's a bit too much, they call on me - by name you see - for my special touch. To the gentlemen I'm Miss Fortune, to the ladies I'm Sir Prize, but call me by any name, any way it's all the same. I'm the fly in your soup, I'm the pebble in your shoe, I'm the pea beneath your bed, I'm a bump on every head, I'm the peel on which you slip, I'm a pin in every hip, I'm the thorn in your side, makes you wriggle and writhe - And it's so easy when you're evil! This is the life, you see the Devil tips his hat to me. I do it all because I'm evil, and I do it all for free. Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need. While there's children to make sad, while there's candy to be had, while there's pockets left to pick, while there's grannies left to trip down the stairs I'll be there, I'll be waiting round the corner
It's a game, i'm glad I'm in it 'cause there's one born every minute." Lisa ran up on stage, joining them fore the chorus. "And it's so easy when you're evil! This is the life, you see the Devil tips his hat to me. I do it all because I'm evil, and I do it all for free. Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need." There was a bit of an insturmental, then they continued. "I pledge my allegiance to all things dark and I promise on my damned soul to do as I am told, Lord Beelzebub has never seen a soldier quite like me, not only does his job but does it happily. I'm the fear that keeps you awake, I'm the shadows on the wall, I'm the monsters they become, I'm the nightmare in your skull, I'm a dagger in your back, an extra turn upon the rack, I'm the quivering in your heart, A stabbing pain, a sudden start. - And it's so easy when you're evil! This is the life, you see the Devil tips his hat to me. I do it all because I'm evil, and I do it all for free. Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need! "It gets so lonely being evil. What I'd do to see a smile, even for a little while, and no one loves you when you're evil. I'm lying though my teeth! Your tears are all the company I need!" Everyone clapped, some even laughed as they toppled over one another in the process of getting off the stage. Kurt laughed and staggered to the stage to do his rendition of I'm Blue. Everyone that knew him was nearly in tears by the time he sat down. "Mr. Remy LeBeau," called the lady at the microphone next. Remy smiled, winked, and stood up to go to the mike. Lisa stumbled into Kurt who caught her, smiling and laughing. Mikey continued to take more pictures as the song started in Remy's heavy french accent. "See m' ride out of de sunset on y' color TV screen. Out f' all dat I can get if y' know what I mean. Women to de left o' me an' women to de right. Ain't got no gun, ain't got no knife. Don't y' start no fight. 'Cause I'm T.N.T. I'm dynamite (T.N.T.) An' I'll win de fight. (T.N.T.) I'm a pow'r load (T.N.T.) Watch me explode!" The rest of the night continued like this; People getting up and singing, then sitting down and laughing. Mikey continued to take pictures of everyone until they closed down the bar. They all returned home late that night, finding the place open. None of them thought about the consequences that they had inevitably invoked. Later on, once everyone's buzz wore off, they turned to Mikey. He was fiddling with a camera. "Where'd you get that?" asked Angela. Everyone looked at her and she sweatdropped. "Oh, right. Sorry." Fay gasped. "You didn't take pictures of us, did you?" she demanded of Mikey. Mikey just grinned. "What else would I get a camera for?" he asked her. Fay glared. "You're so evil!" Lisa accused, holding her head a bit. She was sitting on the couch next to Kurt, her head resting on his shoulder. "I'm not evil, I'm an opportunist!" Said Mikey smiling.
A/N: Yay! How do you like it? I liked it. I think I liked it anyway. Maybe. Hn. I should go confer with myself about weather I really liked this chapter, or weather it was too rushed and just filler crap. WE HAVE A PLOT!! Thank you Mikey! W00t! Plot-ho! All right, then, onward and, er, forward! Yeah! BWAHAHA!!
A/N: Gomen ne yet again! I'm sorrreeee!! Okay, I know, I promised to update soon. I even promised one person that it would be by, like, a few Mondays ago. Well, I'm sorry, but I have been soooo busy! I will most likely continue to be so busy until I get a weekend off. The last three weekends I have not been able to go to my Dad's and my Mom doesn't like it when I'm on the computer for too long. Plus I went up north with Lisa-kun. So! Without further excuses, here is chapter 23! E-mail with ideas and any other comments at jupitergurl02@hotmail.com are STILL appreciated! (I haven't had anyone respond to this yet. sobs)
Chapter 23, Opportunist
"I can't believe zat you dragged us here," said Kurt, working on his second beer.
"I can't believe you're drinking," commented Lisa.
"Come on, the daiquiris are great!" said Angela, on her third strawberry daiquiri.
"Woohoo! Screwdriver!" shouted Lance. Everyone sweatdropped. This was about his seventh. Mikey and Lisa seemed to be the only ones who hadn't started drinking something. Bobby raised his hand to order another round when they were all called up to the stage. They glared at Angela, most having forgotten that she put in their name to sing.
"Uh, hi?" she said. Sabretooth snarled as Fay drug him up on stage. Girls swooned as the X-Men and Brotherhood gathered around the mics. "Er, this one's only for the guys," said Angela, but Fay stood there anyway.
"Someone's gotta take care of the kitty," she protested. Everyone sighed as the music started and the guys began to sing together in horribly off-key, drunken voices.
"We don't like to go out shoppin', we don't care what's on sale. We just wanna sit with a bag full of chips watchin' the NFL. When you come over at half-time, An' say, 'does this dress fit too tight?' We just look you in the eye with a big fat lie and say "Uh, uh: Looks just right." About this time, they were all glaring at Angela as most of the bar, including the girls from the X-Men and Brotherhood, started to guffaw as they continued sulkily with the chorus.
"Well, that's the truth about men. Yeah, that's the truth about us. We like to hunt and golf on our days off, Scratch, an' spit, an cuss. It don't matter what line we hand you, when we come draggin' in. We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry, An' it's probably gonna happen again." By this time, surprisingly, they were getting into it. All except for Sabrewtooth, that is. Fay poked him in the side and he growled, and then started singing again.
"We hate watchin' "Steel Magnolias". We like "Rambo" an' "Die Hard 4". Jump up and down like fools when we see the new tools, at the Home Depot store. We don't really wanna take you to dinner, at some fancy restaurant. The only reason we do is 'cause we know it leads to, the one thing that we all want. Well, that's the truth about men. Yeah, that's the truth about guys. We'd rather play guitars and work on cars, than work on the problems in our lives. An' though we might say it to you, every now and then, we ain't wrong; we ain't sorry, an' it's probably gonna happen again." Everyone was laughing as they went into the bridge.
"Well, if you want to know what we're all thinkin', it's nothing too complex. It's just somethin' cold for drinkin', and a whole lot of s-e yes, that's the truth about men. Yeah, that's the truth about us. We like to hunt and golf an' drive around, lost, scratch, an' spit, an' a whole lot of other disgustin' stuff. it don't matter what line we hand you, when we come a-crawlin' in. We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry, an' it's probably gonna happen again. We ain't wrong; we ain't sorry, an' it's probably gonna happen; Sure, it's gonna happen; You know it's gonna happen again. An' that's the truth about men." A loud cheer went up from the crowed and everyone bowed, and then exited the stage.
"That was fun!" said Mikey, hopping down off the stage.
"Yup!" agreed Remy. They went back with the girls where someone had approached Lisa.
"Hey, your friend's kinda cute," said the woman. Lisa, who had just finished her second daiquiri, smiled a bit tipsily, holding onto Kurt's arm as he sat on the stool next to her.
"He's not my friend, he's my lova," she said, giggling. Everyone else giggled, too, being too drunk to understand that maybe that wasn't the best thing to say. Kurt smiled and put his arm around Lisa's shoulders, hugging her closer. He tossed his head, flipping the hair out of his eyes. Lisa gaped and nearly started to drool. "Kurt, that was so sexy! Do that again," Lisa demanded. Kurt did so and all the girls giggled. Pietro put a protective hand around Angela's waist as she leaned a bit closer.
"Do it again, Kurt!" Angela encouraged. He did so and they all giggled, although Pietro seemed a bit miffed. He kept doing it until he fell over. Mikey burst out laughing.
"I wish I had a camera!" he said, and then blinked. "What am I saying?" he demanded of himself. "Camera!" He felt a heaviness in his pocket and pulled out the camera. He snapped a picture of Kurt on his back, the other bar stools sprawled out around him and Lisa leaning over to help him up.
"Ooh, Lisa!" said Angela excitedly. Lisa looked up, at Angela, Kurt still leaning against her some. Angela held up a CD with Japanese scrawled messily across it. "They gotta thing here where they'll wipe out the words on your own CD for you to sing with!"
"So?" said Lisa, not understanding.
"So! I got the Ayatsuri Sakon song!" she said happily. Lisa jumped up and ran with Lisa to the request line. Lance was already there.
"What're you requesting, Lance?" asked Lisa.
"It's a secret!" he said, bounding off. Lisa and Angela gave each other odd looks before handing the CD to the lady. There was someone else up at the microphone singing "These Boots Were Made For Walking," in the most annoying voice any of them had heard; yet Toad and Blob were dancing together. This, however, meant that no one else would fit on the dance floor. This was okay with the rest of the crowd; they were content to just watch the odd dance pairing. No one noticed Mikey snap another picture before going to the bathroom. His cell was ringing.
"Come on, Toni! Wanna go sing Draw Me Close with me?" asked Angela, finishing another daiquiri.
"You're really into this singing thing, aren't you?" asked Bobby. Angela nodded happily as Bobby was called up to the mike. Toni and Angela stood paralyzed as the rest of them witnessed Bobby sing "Ice Ice Baby." After the round of laughter that followed, it was Mikey's turn to sing. He sang a very depressing song.
"I linger in the doorway of alarm clocks screaming, monsters calling my name. Let me stay where the wind will whisper to me where the raindrops where they're falling, tell a story. In my field of paper flowers and candy clouds of lullaby I lie inside myself for hours and watch my purple sky fly over me. "Don't say I'm out of touch with this rampant chaos - your reality. I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge. The nightmare. I built my own world to escape. In my field of paper flowers and candy clouds of lullaby I lie inside myself for hours and watch my purple sky fly over me. "Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming. Cannot cease for the fear of silent night. Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming, the Goddess of imaginary light. In my field of paper flowers and candy clouds of lullaby I lie inside myself for hours and watch my purple sky fly over me." As he finished, no one else seemed to notice how sad he seemed as he sat at the table by the bar with everyone else. They were all too drunk. Remy smiled at him, putting his arm over his shoulder and smiling behind his glasses.
"Well, dis party is f' me, s'what should I sing?" he asked as Lance got up on stage. Everyone again stopped to watch their friend make an idiot of himself. He sang "Margaritaville," dancing and swaying with the mike. "Nibblin' on sponge cake, watchin' the sun bake; all of those tourists covered with oil. Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing. Smell those shrimp- They're beginnin' to boil. Wasted away again in Margaritaville, Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, but I know it's nobody's fault. "Don't know the reason, stayed here all season with nothing to show but this brand new tattoo. But it's a real beauty, A Mexican cutie; how it got here I haven't a clue. Wasted away again in Margaritaville, searchin' for my lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, now I think,-- hell it could be my fault." At about this time, someone came up on stage with Lance and handed him a Margarita. He finished the rest of the song between drinks of his drink, sloshing it all over. "I blew out my flip flop, stepped on a pop top; Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home. But there's booze in the blender, and soon it will render that frozen concoction that helps me hang on. Wasted away again in Margaritaville searchin' for my lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, but I know, it's my own damn fault. Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame, And I know it's my own damn fault." As he finished, Lance stumbled back to his barstool and ordered another drink. Everyone laughed and clapped him on the back.
Afterward, attention turned back to Remy. "Well, how about. er.." Started Angela. Then being called up on stage saved her and Lisa from any further thought on the subject.
"Mitasarenai to wakatte mo, motomeru no ka eien wo? Tsumibito to seija no hazama de setsuna no toki tsunaide. Owari no nai ayamachi ni irodorareta sekai wa kaseki no mori ni sugata wo kaete, kanashimi no shinwa wo tsumugu. Itsuka karada sae kaze ni nari daichi e kaeru darou. Dakedo kokoro wa doko e yuku no ka? Hito wa kotae wo shiran. Soshite arukidasu, hikari naki yoru wo yuke.
"Fukai yami ni idakarete, kakushite'ta namida ga ochiru. Gareki no machi wo awaremu you ni, tsuki no honoo ga yurameku. Yokubou mo ai mo mou miwake ga tsukanai kono sekai de. Maboroshi to shiri nagara mune wo iyasu mono wo hito wa oi-tsudzukeru, itami to hikikae ni shinjitsu wo sagasu you ni. Mitasarenai to wakatte mo motome-tsudzukeru, kagiri aru inochi wo kedakaku. Hibikasete kaze ni nari daichi e to kaeru toki made, tamashii wa samayoi-tsudzukereba ii soshite hito wa mata, arukidashite yuku, hikari naki yoru wo yuke!" They held the last note out together and gained minimal clapping from most tables.
The only places that roared with applause for their Japanese poetry to music was their own area. The one table and multiple bar stools was very pleased with their two drunken companions. Mikey snapped off another picture for good measure as they walked back. Kurt and Pietro were waiting for them happily, Kurt with another beer in his hand and Pietro holding something special he had the bartender make, a Rum and Amp.
"Wow! That was great!" Pietro slurred, draping an arm over Angela's shoulders. Kurt followed suit with Lisa, his beer spilling a bit.
"Ja! Zat vas awesome! Vhat language vas zat again?"
"Baka ni," Angela and Lisa accused together. Remy stood up to go request the song he had decided on, but nearly didn't make it. Mikey laughed a little, trying to help him over to the woman who took his request and name down.
"My turn!" Fay declared, dragging Sabretooth away from his drink and up onstage. "The rest of you guys gotta come, too," she demanded. The rest of the Brotherhood members, now having no qualms about singing in front of people in their drunken states, followed her. Angela grinned as the music started and they all began to sing. "When the devil is to busy, and death's a bit too much, they call on me - by name you see - for my special touch. To the gentlemen I'm Miss Fortune, to the ladies I'm Sir Prize, but call me by any name, any way it's all the same. I'm the fly in your soup, I'm the pebble in your shoe, I'm the pea beneath your bed, I'm a bump on every head, I'm the peel on which you slip, I'm a pin in every hip, I'm the thorn in your side, makes you wriggle and writhe - And it's so easy when you're evil! This is the life, you see the Devil tips his hat to me. I do it all because I'm evil, and I do it all for free. Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need. While there's children to make sad, while there's candy to be had, while there's pockets left to pick, while there's grannies left to trip down the stairs I'll be there, I'll be waiting round the corner
It's a game, i'm glad I'm in it 'cause there's one born every minute." Lisa ran up on stage, joining them fore the chorus. "And it's so easy when you're evil! This is the life, you see the Devil tips his hat to me. I do it all because I'm evil, and I do it all for free. Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need." There was a bit of an insturmental, then they continued. "I pledge my allegiance to all things dark and I promise on my damned soul to do as I am told, Lord Beelzebub has never seen a soldier quite like me, not only does his job but does it happily. I'm the fear that keeps you awake, I'm the shadows on the wall, I'm the monsters they become, I'm the nightmare in your skull, I'm a dagger in your back, an extra turn upon the rack, I'm the quivering in your heart, A stabbing pain, a sudden start. - And it's so easy when you're evil! This is the life, you see the Devil tips his hat to me. I do it all because I'm evil, and I do it all for free. Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need! "It gets so lonely being evil. What I'd do to see a smile, even for a little while, and no one loves you when you're evil. I'm lying though my teeth! Your tears are all the company I need!" Everyone clapped, some even laughed as they toppled over one another in the process of getting off the stage. Kurt laughed and staggered to the stage to do his rendition of I'm Blue. Everyone that knew him was nearly in tears by the time he sat down. "Mr. Remy LeBeau," called the lady at the microphone next. Remy smiled, winked, and stood up to go to the mike. Lisa stumbled into Kurt who caught her, smiling and laughing. Mikey continued to take more pictures as the song started in Remy's heavy french accent. "See m' ride out of de sunset on y' color TV screen. Out f' all dat I can get if y' know what I mean. Women to de left o' me an' women to de right. Ain't got no gun, ain't got no knife. Don't y' start no fight. 'Cause I'm T.N.T. I'm dynamite (T.N.T.) An' I'll win de fight. (T.N.T.) I'm a pow'r load (T.N.T.) Watch me explode!" The rest of the night continued like this; People getting up and singing, then sitting down and laughing. Mikey continued to take pictures of everyone until they closed down the bar. They all returned home late that night, finding the place open. None of them thought about the consequences that they had inevitably invoked. Later on, once everyone's buzz wore off, they turned to Mikey. He was fiddling with a camera. "Where'd you get that?" asked Angela. Everyone looked at her and she sweatdropped. "Oh, right. Sorry." Fay gasped. "You didn't take pictures of us, did you?" she demanded of Mikey. Mikey just grinned. "What else would I get a camera for?" he asked her. Fay glared. "You're so evil!" Lisa accused, holding her head a bit. She was sitting on the couch next to Kurt, her head resting on his shoulder. "I'm not evil, I'm an opportunist!" Said Mikey smiling.
A/N: Yay! How do you like it? I liked it. I think I liked it anyway. Maybe. Hn. I should go confer with myself about weather I really liked this chapter, or weather it was too rushed and just filler crap. WE HAVE A PLOT!! Thank you Mikey! W00t! Plot-ho! All right, then, onward and, er, forward! Yeah! BWAHAHA!!