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An Attractive Distraction

"Why?"

The raven-haired male sighed and shook his head, as another chorus was blared into the microphone with an unforgiving density.

"Why did there have to be karaoke?"

Elena and Rude groaned simultaneously; the only response they were able to give in their current state.

The four Turks had decided, after completing a rather gruelling mission, to treat themselves with a little relaxation.

To begin with they had enjoyed a fun evening of drinking and taking the mickey out of drunken performers who had decided to make amusing use of the karaoke machine in the corner, but then, in their tipsy state, they had convinced their co-worker to have a go; and now they were paying the price.

The red head had already sung a rather shocking melody of 'The Final Countdown', 'Footloose' and 'Like a Prayer'; the shift in melodies being somewhat unnoticeable since he'd blended them all together in a dull drone.

He'd stopped anyone else from having a go by either yelling abuse or by simply refusing to let go of the microphone, and now with every drink his voice only became more erratic, and his dancing skills were quickly straying into the offensive.

Most of the occupants had vacated the area, and the rest were left glaring threateningly from the singer to the other seated Turks; obviously feeling they were to blame for the appalling behaviour.

The song came to a close, and for a brief moment there was silent relief. Unfortunately this didn't continue for long, as the red headed Turk only paused for a few more seconds to take another sip of his beer, before stumbling a few paces and leaning, supposedly suavely, against the speaker.

"Now for my next numberrr...."

Elena eyes widened; her desperate gaze swiftly turning to her two co-workers.

"You have to stop him..."

Tseng's brow lowered in a degree of serious contemplation; his head nodding slowly.

"I think you're right..."

"What are you gunna do?"

Silently, the raven-haired male reached down, yanked off his shined leather shoe, and launched it towards Reno's skull at a tremendous force.

Regrettably, for them all, Tseng's aim had become somewhat impaired with the addition of alcohol, and the missile ended all flying straight over the red head; instead coming to land upon another customer with a heavy thud, knocking him out flat.

The three Turks diverted their gaze rather swiftly; none wanting to appear the obvious perpetrators.

A few moments passed by as the group fell into an awkward silence.

Eventually the balder of the two males grunted deeply.

"Well done Sir."

Tseng, clearly a little embarrassed by the out come, folded his arms defensively.

"Well what do you suggest?"

Rude stared at the singing Turk in thought for a moment before slowly rising and making his way over to the selection of plugs beside the speakers; swiftly making to remove them from their sockets.

He gave a thumbs up to the two seated Turks; a broad grin spreading his lips.

His self-congratulations were brought to a rather abrupt halt however, when his hands were forced over his ears as the red head continued to sing; seemingly unperturbed by the lack of backing, and instead now determined to shout the rest of the song, unaided.

Rude quickly made to plug the leads back in; the blast of flowing sound at least able to block out some of his co-worker's voice.

He slumped back down on the chair with a defeated sigh; soon matched by Tseng.

"This is hopeless."

Rude shrugged tiredly.

"What else is there?"

Tseng rubbed his temple.

"We can't get kicked out of another bar..."

Elena groaned.

"I'll stop him."

She didn't like the idea of trying to shut the red head up; it was an impossible task in her mind, but this had gone far enough.

After lifting herself out of the seat she had become so nestled in, the young Turk stumbled slowly over to the edge of the small stage area and tried to get his attention; Reno now belting out 'I Want to Break Free' about two octaves higher than necessary.

"Reno..."

His name did appear to draw his attention, but not in the way she wanted, as instead of halting his performance, the red headed male grabbed her wrist and began pulling her around in what could only be described as an 'attempt' at dancing.

Elena's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Reno, you need to stop."

He didn't seem to paying any notice to her now as he twirled her awkwardly.

"Reno!"

She groaned loudly in annoyance, before smacking her lips to his in a rather clumsy fashion,though that didn't matter.

Desperate times call for desperate measures...

Though if she really thought about it, it wasn't exactly punishing on her. In fact, once she'd corrected her lips, so they were softly parted against his own, it was really quite pleasant.

After a few seconds, she made to pull back, but soon found a pair of arms wrapped tightly around her back; pinning her against the red head's body, as he finally seemed to recover from the initial shock, and now began to take advantage of this new found entertainment.

Tseng's brow furrowed as he watched his two subordinates further entwine themselves.

"Why didn't we try that?"

Rude raised a solitary eyebrow and slowly turned to his superior.

"I don't think we're his type, Sir."

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A/N= Ok, so not brilliant, but hopefully enjoyable enough XD