Post by Leeland Black Horse-Schmidt on Oct 6, 2010 11:13:21 GMT -7
Lately Lee had been working for too hard, which was something that had to be put a stop to, immediately if not sooner. Tonight was Club Orion's big opening, and the perfect opportunity to get away from work, and the confusing thoughts that had been flooding his head for a while now. He looked through his closet considering its contents, not really seeing much he could wear to the club, just shorts and rarely worn tee shirts, that and some more western style clothes his mom had sent with him when school started. They weren't really his thing, but the more he though about it, the more he thought he might be able to work with it after all.
He smirked at the man in the mirror as he pulled on a pair of comfortable jean that showed off his ass and package rather well, especially since he was going to go commando. Tonight was for showing off, and by the gods he was going to show off. Pulling on a tight sleeveless undershirt and a tight short sleeved plaid button up shirt, left open showing off his chest through the thin white materiel of his undershirt. Grinning to himself he stepped into a pair or motorcycle boots, feeling rather pleased with himself.
Somewhere along the line he had heard the club would have Karaoke, which after a few drinks Lee never passed up the opportunity, even if he did usually make an ass of himself. Sometimes, that made it even more fun. He looked over at the battered old guitar he had taken from camp and painstakingly restored, and thought about taking it with him, ultimately deciding against it, he didn't want to seem like he had planned this too far in advance. it was more fun to be prepared, but act like it was something just off the cuff. Satisfied he was a ready as he could be, he headed out for a night of drunken debauchery.
***
If there was one thing Lee could say about Orion, it was that Hermes guy, sure knew how to throw a party. There were people, music and drinks every where, the place was absolutely stuffed to the gills, which suited Lee since he could walk up to the bar, take a bottle of top shelf whiskey and no one even thought about asking questions.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen," speak of the devil, and he shall appear, Orion was up on the Roof Top Patio at a small stage with a live bad in back and video monitors up front. "Thank you all for coming this evening. I think it's about time we get this party started, do we have any volunteers?"
"I'll do it," Lee called out ready to make a complete and total ass of himself, not that he really minded. Lee strode up taking the microphone from Orion and speaking to the live band, "Give me Sweet Caroline with an old Elvis sound," he stood with his back to the crowd flipping up his collar and swishing his hips a little to a few cat calls and whistles.
As the opening riffs sounded, Lee spun around drunkenly doing his best hair-lip Elvis impression, "Where it began, I can't begin to know when, but then I know it's growing strong. Oh, wasn't the spring, whooo And spring became the summer who'd believe you'd come along. Hands, touching hands, reaching out
Touching me, touching you. Oh, sweet Caroline
Good times never seem so good I've been inclined to believe it never would," Lee started swinging his hips and waving his arms, looking like some kind of cracked out drunk.
"And now I, I look at the night, whooo and it don't seem so lonely. We fill it up with only two. Oh and when I hurt, hurting runs off my shoulder, how can I hurt when holding you?"
Lee started stalking around the edge of the state acting like he was singing to each of the people in the front row to a room full of laughs and heckles.
"Oh, one, touching one, reaching out, touching me, touching you
Oh, sweet Caroline,Good times never seem so good
Oh I've been inclined to believe it never would. Ohhh, sweet Caroline, good times never seem so gooooooooooood," The last note being so off key and out of tone it almost was painful for even Lee to listen to.
"Athank you, thank you vereh much," Lee grinned bowing as some smartass in the audience bellowed out "Encore, encore!" Lee smirked, he had them right where he wanted them. "Let's keep up the Elvis theme, give me A little Less conversation" He instructed the band, ready to pull out the big guns.
"A little less conversation, a little more action please. All this aggravation aint satisfactioning me. A little more bite and a little less bark, A little less fight and a little more spark. Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me satisfy me baby," Lee's demeanor changed completely, no longer was he playing the drunken fool, he was singing pitch perfect, dancing around the patio teasing everyone he came in contact with, he was on the prowl.
"Baby close your eyes and listen to the music drifting through a summer breeze. Its a groovy night and I can show you how to use it come along with me and put your mind at ease. A little less conversation, a little more action please. All this aggravation aint satisfactioning me. A little more bite and a little less bark a little less fight and a little more spark. Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me. Satisfy me baby. Come on baby Im tired of talking grab your coat and lets start walking Come on, come on, come on, come on come on, come on, don't procrastinate, don't articulate girl it's getting late, gettin upset waitin around. A little less conversation, a little more action please
All this aggravation aint satisfactioning me a little more bite and a little less bark a little less fight and a little more spark close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me satisfy me baby,"
Somewhere along the way he had lost his shirt and had just up on a table shaking his ass like crazy, which as strange as may seem, it actually worked. Before long he had a crowd of girls around him cheering and trying to get a hold on him. Lee just smirked, tossed the mic over to the stage and threw his arms around the nearest girls grinning,
"It's good to be the King,"
Word Count: 1140
Muse: best not to ask
Notes: Lyrics by Neil Diamond and Elvis Presley, if a must is dead have them make a fool of themselves, that's what I always say
He smirked at the man in the mirror as he pulled on a pair of comfortable jean that showed off his ass and package rather well, especially since he was going to go commando. Tonight was for showing off, and by the gods he was going to show off. Pulling on a tight sleeveless undershirt and a tight short sleeved plaid button up shirt, left open showing off his chest through the thin white materiel of his undershirt. Grinning to himself he stepped into a pair or motorcycle boots, feeling rather pleased with himself.
Somewhere along the line he had heard the club would have Karaoke, which after a few drinks Lee never passed up the opportunity, even if he did usually make an ass of himself. Sometimes, that made it even more fun. He looked over at the battered old guitar he had taken from camp and painstakingly restored, and thought about taking it with him, ultimately deciding against it, he didn't want to seem like he had planned this too far in advance. it was more fun to be prepared, but act like it was something just off the cuff. Satisfied he was a ready as he could be, he headed out for a night of drunken debauchery.
***
If there was one thing Lee could say about Orion, it was that Hermes guy, sure knew how to throw a party. There were people, music and drinks every where, the place was absolutely stuffed to the gills, which suited Lee since he could walk up to the bar, take a bottle of top shelf whiskey and no one even thought about asking questions.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen," speak of the devil, and he shall appear, Orion was up on the Roof Top Patio at a small stage with a live bad in back and video monitors up front. "Thank you all for coming this evening. I think it's about time we get this party started, do we have any volunteers?"
"I'll do it," Lee called out ready to make a complete and total ass of himself, not that he really minded. Lee strode up taking the microphone from Orion and speaking to the live band, "Give me Sweet Caroline with an old Elvis sound," he stood with his back to the crowd flipping up his collar and swishing his hips a little to a few cat calls and whistles.
As the opening riffs sounded, Lee spun around drunkenly doing his best hair-lip Elvis impression, "Where it began, I can't begin to know when, but then I know it's growing strong. Oh, wasn't the spring, whooo And spring became the summer who'd believe you'd come along. Hands, touching hands, reaching out
Touching me, touching you. Oh, sweet Caroline
Good times never seem so good I've been inclined to believe it never would," Lee started swinging his hips and waving his arms, looking like some kind of cracked out drunk.
"And now I, I look at the night, whooo and it don't seem so lonely. We fill it up with only two. Oh and when I hurt, hurting runs off my shoulder, how can I hurt when holding you?"
Lee started stalking around the edge of the state acting like he was singing to each of the people in the front row to a room full of laughs and heckles.
"Oh, one, touching one, reaching out, touching me, touching you
Oh, sweet Caroline,Good times never seem so good
Oh I've been inclined to believe it never would. Ohhh, sweet Caroline, good times never seem so gooooooooooood," The last note being so off key and out of tone it almost was painful for even Lee to listen to.
"Athank you, thank you vereh much," Lee grinned bowing as some smartass in the audience bellowed out "Encore, encore!" Lee smirked, he had them right where he wanted them. "Let's keep up the Elvis theme, give me A little Less conversation" He instructed the band, ready to pull out the big guns.
"A little less conversation, a little more action please. All this aggravation aint satisfactioning me. A little more bite and a little less bark, A little less fight and a little more spark. Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me satisfy me baby," Lee's demeanor changed completely, no longer was he playing the drunken fool, he was singing pitch perfect, dancing around the patio teasing everyone he came in contact with, he was on the prowl.
"Baby close your eyes and listen to the music drifting through a summer breeze. Its a groovy night and I can show you how to use it come along with me and put your mind at ease. A little less conversation, a little more action please. All this aggravation aint satisfactioning me. A little more bite and a little less bark a little less fight and a little more spark. Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me. Satisfy me baby. Come on baby Im tired of talking grab your coat and lets start walking Come on, come on, come on, come on come on, come on, don't procrastinate, don't articulate girl it's getting late, gettin upset waitin around. A little less conversation, a little more action please
All this aggravation aint satisfactioning me a little more bite and a little less bark a little less fight and a little more spark close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me satisfy me baby,"
Somewhere along the way he had lost his shirt and had just up on a table shaking his ass like crazy, which as strange as may seem, it actually worked. Before long he had a crowd of girls around him cheering and trying to get a hold on him. Lee just smirked, tossed the mic over to the stage and threw his arms around the nearest girls grinning,
"It's good to be the King,"
Word Count: 1140
Muse: best not to ask
Notes: Lyrics by Neil Diamond and Elvis Presley, if a must is dead have them make a fool of themselves, that's what I always say