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Drabble 7: The Voice
"Coulson, please," Skye said.
"We're doing surveillance, Skye," Coulson said. "We're all gonna need to pay full attention to the crowd if we want our girl."
Skye huffed. "Well I'm gonna do it."
She, Coulson, and Ward walked into the bar (at intervals) a few minutes later, leaving May and Fitz-Simmons in the van. The bar was fairly busy.
"According to the tip, Roberts frequents this bar the majority of the time," Simmons said over comms.
"She travels around the bar throughout the night, so you'll have to keep an eye on her as she moves; make sure she doesn't slip out," Fitz said.
"We'll need at least twenty minutes within range of her to get the information from her phone," Simmons said. "Any of you can be near her."
"Just keep an eye on her," May said, before Fitz-Simmons could say any more.
Skye walked in last, and went right up to the bartender and ordered a drink. "I like this undercover," she said behind her glass.
They sat in different parts of the bar (Skye at the bar itself, Ward at a booth in back, Coulson at a table near the front) and casually kept a lookout for Roberts. They were there too early for karaoke. It was about half an hour before they spotted her walking in, and it seemed like she'd come specifically at that time when the owner stepped up to the band platform and set up two mike stands.
"Alright, folks, it's that time of night! Karaoke!"
Roberts signed up to sing first. Skye signed up to be second. She almost changed her mind when Roberts went up, though. The woman was good. "So that's why she comes," she said, mostly to herself. She went up and sang an old song she knew, and hadn't sung in ages.
"Skye's good," Fitz said as he listened over comms, looking at Simmons.
She stopped humming the chorus long enough to smile. "Yes, she is." The song finished. "Well done!" Simmons said.
"Thanks," Skye replied in a low voice.
"What's Roberts doing now?" May asked.
Ward looked around from his spot in the back. "Seems like she's waiting to see who's up next."
"No one's signed up," Skye said. "And it looks like no one's moving."
"Except Roberts," Ward said. "I think she's leaving."
"We need more time to do the download," Fitz said.
"Just stay quiet," Coulson said.
The team members in the van looked at each other in confusion, unable to see what was happening. Skye and Ward watched Coulson stand and walk to the microphone, Skye with a growing smile.
He didn't say anything as he selected a song and grabbed the mike with a confident hand, and Skye's anticipation grew as the song started.
"Oh good, someone's singing," Simmons said.
"Isn't this a Bon Jovi song?" Fitz asked.
"Shot through the heart! And you're to blame! You give love a bad name!"
Everyone – in the van, and in the bar – stopped in shock.
"Is that -?"
"It couldn't be…"
"It is," May said. There was a flicker of amusement in her features, especially at the flabbergasted expressions Fitz-Simmons had. She only wished she could be in the bar at the same time, to see Skye's expression. And to see Phil sing.
"It's been a while," she said.
"You mean Coulson's done this before?" Simmons asked.
Skye half-chuckled. "Oh he's definitely done it before." She watched him on the little stage as he performed the song. And yes, she did mean performed. He moved around and gestured, changed his expressions and made eye contact with the audience, even as he sang the song. His voice wasn't bad, but the energy and effort he put into the performance made it great.
"Roberts is watching," Ward reported. "She's back at her table."
"How can you not watch?" Skye asked, unable to look away.
Fitz-Simmons looked at each other, about to respond that they couldn't, when May spoke. "There was one time Coulson and I were undercover. He went up on a stage then too, so I could sneak into the back room."
"He's starting another song," Skye said.
"Not surprising," May said. "I shouldn't have been able to see him singing when I got back, but apparently the crowd asked for another song and he couldn't resist."
"They didn't ask this time," Fitz said.
"Yeah, they did," Ward said. "They just didn't say it. Coulson's got the place under a spell."
"What song is this?" Skye asked.
"Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap," May said. Her mouth quirked up in a little smile. "ACDC."
"Go Coulson," Simmons said appreciatively.
"I think someone's going to sign up to sing," Ward said.
Skye watched Coulson frown slightly as a man walked near the sign up, and linked her arm through the man's, pulling him down to a bar stool. "Let the guy keep going," she said.
"He's going to be pissed once he's done," Skye said under her breath.
Fitz looked at Simmons with a silent message: I forgot he could hear us.
Me too, she communicated back.
May shook her head as she watched them, and leaned back to listen as Coulson started a third song: Aerosmith this time. He may not share it, but she knew he wouldn't actually be mad. He loved this too much. And there was no way he was stopping after this song. Once he was started...
She smiled. Suffice it to say Coulson would take full advantage of this opportunity.