Mark stood shakily as Carter helped him up. "Hey there skinny, ugly man..
Are you okay??" He grinned slightly, and slapped the senior attending on
the back, causing Mark to topple forward.
"I'm not a skinny ugly man.. I can sing! Watch THIS!" Mark grumbled sullenly and punched in a few buttons on the Karaoke machine. "Here we go. You ready Carter?!"
Carter nodded, looking at Mark out of the corner of his eye. His hands shook, his knees trembled, and a thin line of drool forming at the corner of his mouth as his eyes widened with fear. "I.. I.. No... I can't sing.."
"Sure you can, John.. Here..." Mark murmured softly, rubbing the back of his balding head, gently and watching the monitor. "Uhh... Go head Carter..
Carter smiled nervously. "Summer lovin had me a blast... Summer lovin', happened so fast.. I met a girl crazy for me.." His voice trembled and cracked, slowly easing in as people started to clap.
Carter grinned and looked out at his friends in the audience who were busting a gut by now, especially at Mark's purpled face. "Uh... I met a... a.. boy.. cute as can be.. Summer days driftin' away to uh-oh.. those summer nights.." Mark said in a monotoned emotionless deadpan as the back up continued.
Carter smirked. "She stood by me, she got a cramp."
Mark reddened further, the hotness in his face cheeks and groin increasing. "He went by me, got my suit damp."
Carter chuckled. "I saved her life, she nearly drowned.."
"He showed up, splashing around..." Mark started to get into it and crooned out the lyrics in a terrible falsetto.
Carter bit the inside of his cheek to stop from laughing as they both continued. "Summer sun, something's begun, but uh-oh those summer nights."
Carter snickered and sang his lyrics a little more gruffly, puffing out his chest. "Took her bowlin' in the Arcade."
"We went strollin', drank lemonade." Mark glared at Carter and sighed mockingly.
Carter nudge Mark. "We made out under the dock."
Mark smiled at Carter sweetly. "We stayed up until ten o'clock."
Then they sang in muddled unison, the sort of tone that makes glass shatter and dogs howl. "Summer thing don't mean a thing, but uh-oh those summer nights..."
"He got friendly, holdin' my hand." Mark bumped his hips and bent his elbow limp wristed.
Carter winked at the table next to the stage. "Well she got friendly, down in the sand."
Mark rolled his eyes, batted his eyelashes and cupped his hands to his face with dreamy look. "He was sweet, just turned eighteen."
Carter sneered looking at Mark. "Well she was good, You know what I mean.."
"Summer heat, boy and girl meet, but uh-oh those summer nights." They sang again watching in dismay as their friends nearly fell out of their booth in hysterics and the giant Croatian seemingly had the hots for Mark.
"It turned colder, that's where it ends." Mark sang sadly, and even more pitifully off-key..
"So I told her we'd still be friends." Carter rolled his eyes and scoffed dramatically.
"Then we made our true love vow." Mark batted his eyelashes and held his hands over his heart.
"Wonder what she's doin' now?" Carter shrugged indifferently.
"Summer dreams ripped at the seams, but oh, those summer nights" At the last note Carter and Mark walked together onstage, sharing a mike.
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"That was the music stylings of Mark and John, and everyone's favourite song, Summer Nights from the musical, GREASE!! Give them a big hand!" The host smiled, showing his rotted teeth. He ran a hand through his greasy, slicked hair and waving it towards their table, showing them to their seats.
The crowd cheered, heckled and booed all at once as Mark and Carter walked off the stage. They walked to their table where the gang was surprisingly more drunk than they had before. Abby sat rolling her eyes and sipping her Kaptain Kirk.. "Was it fun, guys?"
"It was nerve wracking.. But it got interesting.." Carter shrugged. "Anyone else want a go?"
Dave grinned. "I wouldn't mind serenading the ladies with my golden pipes."
The intro to the song started up slow, increasing as Dave walked on stage, mike in hand and ego pumped.
"Come my lady.. Come, come my lady. You're my butterfly, sugar baby.. Come my lady. You're my pretty baby, I'll make your legs shake. You make me go crazy. Such a sexy, sexy pretty little thing. Fierce, pierce. You got me sprung with your tongue ring, and I ain't gonna lie cuz your loving gets me high. So keep you by my side. There's nothing I won't try. Butterflies in her eyes and looks to kill. I'm asking, could this be real? Cause I can't sleep I can't hold still. The only thing I really know is she got sex appeal. I can feel too much is never enough. You're always there to lift me up. When these times get rough. I was lost, now I'm found. Ever since you've been around. You're the women that I want. So yo, I'm putting it down."
He grinned at the table of women, nearest to the stage and winked, bending on one knee and kissing one of their outstretched hands.
"Come my lady.. Come, come my lady. You're my butterfly, sugar baby.. Come my lady. You're my pretty baby, I'll make your legs shake. Come my lady.. Come, come my lady. You're my butterfly, sugar baby.. Come my lady. You're my pretty baby, I'll make your legs shake." Dave strutted across the stage, singing the chorus, and weaving unsteadily on his feet from the many beers he'd already consumed that day.
"I don't deserve you. Unless it's some kind of hidden message to show me life is precious. Then I guess it's true. To tell truth, I really never knew 'til I met you. I was lost and confused, twisted and used up. Knew a better life existed but thought that I missed it. My lifestyle's wild, I was living like a wild child. Trapped on a short leash. Paroled the police files. And yo, what' s happening now? I see the sun breaking, shining through dark clouds and a vision of you standing out in a crowd. Oh.. Come my lady.. Come, come my lady. You're my butterfly, sugar baby.. Come my lady. You're my pretty baby, I'll make your legs shake. Come my lady.. Come, come my lady. You're my butterfly, sugar baby.. Come my lady. You're my pretty baby, I'll make your legs shake."
Dave licked his bottom lip seductively and he made his knees knock as he fell to the stage and slide across the polished surface, only to jump to his feet and continue singing.
"Hey sugar momma, come and dance with me. The smartest thing you ever did was take a chance with me. So whatever tickles your fancy. Girl, it's you like Sid and Nancy, so sexy, almost evil. Talkin' about butterflies in my head. I used to think happy endings were only in the books I read. But you made me feel alive when I was almost dead. You filled that empty space with the love I used to chase. And as far as I can see, it don't get better than this. So butterfly, here is a song and it's sealed with a kiss and a thank you miss." Dave put the mike into the stand and ripped off his shirt, flinging it into the audience, causing the crowd to go nuts, fighting over the handsome Italian's shirt.
"Oh.. Come my lady.. Come, come my lady. You're my butterfly, sugar baby.. Come my lady. You're my pretty baby, I'll make your legs shake. Come my lady.. Come, come my lady. You're my butterfly, sugar baby.. Come my lady. You're my pretty baby, I'll make your legs shake."
"DAVE!!!!!!!!!!! That was Dave everybody!! Wasn't he Grrrrrrrrrrrreat!?
That was Butterfly by Crazytown, and let me tell ya I'm crazy about Dave.
What amazing pecs!" There was scattered whistling and hoots from the audience
and Dave blushed as he swaggered off stage, and to his table. Even
if Dave hadn't been able to carry a note, the fact that he'd ripped off
his shirt had scored him several points anyway, the women screaming and
jumping and down, wanting more than just Dave's shirt. The women all lead back to their tables by the security guards and glared at by Mark and Carter, thoroughly disappointed that they hadn't gotten that response with their duet.
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