K-Pop Karaoke

[Saber Sloth]

One karaoke bar trying to keep themselves afloat is attempting to ride the coattails of a popular movie by providing a themed K-Pop Demon Hunters night.

Low rez printouts of several of the character, or scenes on A4 paper, subpar drinks (that they've always had on their menu) named after the characters. Management even has the (I'm so done, why is this even my life) bar tender wearing a pair of blue cat ears to attempt to keep the theme.

Nothing here is spectacular, but it's cheap, and offers to provide those who come to the event, a few hopefully light hearted memories.

Because the Autumn Equinox is in a few weeks, I've obviously opted to open this, if anyone has any other scene ideas please DM me and I'll open them!

[Svelte Sven]

Sven may not have been the type that most people typically thought of as enjoying karaoke. And when it came to the usual 'open mic' style events, rather than the private booths, it was generally true. But in his many escapades at various bars of varying levels of quality, he had come to appreciate these kinds of events as an outside observer. It wasn't really polite to say that he enjoyed watching drunk people make mistakes on stage, but it wasn't strictly untrue either. Plus, a drink was a drink. With his usual casual conversation skills (he was pretty sure that he actually recognized one of the bouncers), the Changeling slipped into the venue and pulled out a wadded up $20 bill. He sat at the nearest stool, waiting to get the non-plussed bartender's attention.

[Kray]

(Kray) Trading favors and cultivating a substantial rolodex had many, many perks, it also came with equally many unexpected and often perplexing requirements such as some of union fellows having a night out on his dollar. But bills come due and if those bills were getting extorted for drinks with names that sounded like things Circe would reference and go way over his towering head then so be it. The giant had an open tab under his mortal moniker John Donouge for his party who had scattered among the crowd meeting up with others, wanting to get on the mic or dance to the varying degrees of ear aching renditions, leaving him quite agreeably in his own company and his own drinks, not that he could actually tell what anything was by ordering it. Although a brave new world of mixology it was not, same old drinks with flash in the pan names, not having seen or even been aware of the show in question the ogre is trying his best to pick up on context clues the most ironic so far being the name itself. What would most of these mortals do if they knew what really walked among them? Plenty looked more then appetizing enough to test that query … no, with effort, for now, those impulses had to be shoved down.

It was in one of many trips to the bar, shouldering smaller people out of the way to make space for his great bulk he nearly trips over someone he knows. “Ha. Now can’t say I expected to run into you tonight.” Unable to recall if the darkling had a mortal name to go by, names were best avoided. “Hm. You a fan or something?” A large thumb gesturing at one of many bits of show paraphernalia bout the place.

[Svelte Sven]

Sven was mildly surprised to hear a familiar voice call to him as he was finally being served his drink. After a quick sip, he turned to see none other than the Autumn King. "The feeling is mutual, this doesn't strike me as your kind of... thing." His tone was mild. The Darkling shrugged at the question. "It's not usually my scene either, to be honest. But I like to experiment with which dark corners of bars I skulk around in, lend my shoulder to new and interesting sad sacks." Another sip of liquor. "That and, to be honest, I enjoy seeing other people brave the stage." He couldn't help but smirk slightly at that. "It takes courage, and a lot of the time is a sign of poor decision-making. What about you? Are you a fan of this... 'demon hunter' stuff?" The Whisperwisp assumed that Kray had a different reason for being there, but he knew better than to let his assumptions be the endpoint of his inquiry. People can always surprise you...

[Kray]

A snort is elicited from the towering ogre. "Ah. ha. Plenty of sad sacks to be found where drink is being had, that I grant you." Clever of the darkling actually. "Huh. You know what I wouldn't have said its my thig neither." A shrug. "Oh. But there's a lot of ... potential in this room ... plenty who seem to think the good guys always win." And there wouldn't even be a need to get serious with them. "Ha. Plenty of fun to be had with a little work." Fear tastes best when it ran deeper then a jump scare. "Oh. But that's all if and buts and maybes, I'm just here paying my dues to another." Downing half his drink in one go the liquid barely seem to hit the sides. "Hm. Now as for that." A hefty hand swinging over the karaoke. "Hm. I don't know if I would call that courage of lack of self respect myself." It certainly wasn't good listening most of the time. "Uh. Take we wont be seeing you up on the mic?" Talk about stating what seemed obvious.

[Svelte Sven]

Ah, there it is. The King's comment clicked a final piece into place for Sven. He was here, if only in part, to harvest Glamour. The Darkling nodded slightly. Sven had no room to judge since, while he genuinely enjoying bouncing between bars, he also took the opportunity to soak up the raw emotions around him. "Kindred spirits." He said, lifting his glass before wincing slightly. "Pardon the pun." Kray's statement about the mic stand, and the type of person who would brave it, drew a bemused look from the Winter Courtier. "I certainly don't expect high-quality, but I don't think poorly of the singers themselves. You might be surprised by how many 'tough guys' don't have the guts to get in front of a crowd of strangers who likely won't remember them." The Whisperwisp took a moment to swirl his glass around before finishing what was left, holding up a hand to get the bartender's attention for a refill. "Depends. On the setlist and whether I hit the magic spot between feeling invincible and like my stomach is about to rebel."

[Kray]

The raised glass will get a clink from the giants own, each did what they had to do when it came to harvesting. "Uh. Well to good eating." Probably a good thing they had been tip toeing around the topic of glamour as that toast from a cannibal could well have unpleasant implications.

As a hulking giant of; obesity, muscle and menace, tough guy would very well be used to describe the image of the Autumn ogre's mien or mask. "Ha. Oh. Was that you asking if I've got the guts to go up there myself?" It was fair turn around if so and the giant seems more amused then insulted. "Ha. If so, what say you to a little game, loser gets up there, winner buys a round?" Looming toothy grin and shadowed cast bulging eyes mildly reminiscent of a similar type of monster people in the bar seemed to think they could stand a chance hunting.

[Svelte Sven]

The impromptu toast got a smirk from the Darkling. "'Good eating', indeed." He agreed. The follow-up question caused Sven to shake his head. "No, I was referring to the type of people who hide behind a facade of aggression and machismo to mask the fact that they are deeply insecure. You don't strike me as the type." The Winter retrieved his refill from the bar before turning back. "That said, I might be up for a friendly game under those terms. What's the challenge?" There had been some unfortunate animosity between the former Winter King and Kray, but Sven liked the Ogre. Sure, he was intimidating, but what else would you expect from the Ashen King?

[Kray]

The searching look is a rare one of consideration coming from the giant. "Ah. I am what I am even when I'm trying not to be." The winter courtiers words had struck something and unsettled the giant, his demeanor certainly takes on a more withdrawn approach.

He took gets another drink but is less polite about getting the barkeeps attention. Ordering the next thing down the menu from his previous. "Ah. Oh. We could do all sorts." Scratching his at his Jaw causing flakes of lichen to fall free. "Hm. Flip a coin, rock paper scissors, see who can get through the most of the drinks menu. First to achieve what we came for tonight, or who can do it the most in a given time." Shrugging hefty shoulders. "Hm. What do you fancy." From the most simple to time consuming and complex a game was a game.

[Svelte Sven]

Sven raised an eyebrow at the giant's response. He was curious, but unwilling to pry. Touched a nerve? He wondered, but decided not to pry. At least not right away. He smiled a little wider when Kray rattled off his list of possible challenges. All of them were reasonable ways to compete, though the Darkling was genuinely amused by the Gristlegrinder's apparent competitive spirit. "Mmm... They're all fair options, but I like the sound of the last one best. Let's not make it too long, maybe one hour max?" He took another sip. "We can go for less if you'd like, an hour just felt like the sweet spot - not too long, not too quick. Thoughts?"