Ix can only grin fiendishly at Faith's comparison, between them. Things are moving along, and he's got singing and drinking to do.
"Soon," he just manages to slip to Asp, "I'll check their schedule, and if nothing good's coming up, I'll see if I can't push something on 'em."
But then Jack Starcutter, El Patron of Guardian Ass Savers, reignites the U2 engine. Ix still hasn't met the toast. So he waits, until after joining in on "Angel of Haaaarleeeeem..."
Then, he slams the shot back.
"Birdland on fifty-three
The street sounds like a symphony
We got John Coltrane and 'A Love Supreme'
Miles, and she's got to be an aaaangeeeeel
Lady Day got diamond eyes
She sees the truth behind the lies
~Aaaaangeel..."
Well, it ain't as good as his original howl, but he's distracted. Nudging Asp to join in, along with anyone else who is in arm's reach. Faith gets another nudge, even though she's already singing... maybe for encouragement?
If anyone tries to act like they don't know the words, be it feigned or truthful, he's on it. A phone as big as a small tablet comes out of his jacket pocket, and a tattooed thumb quickly Googles u2 angel of harlem lyrics.
He clicks on the first link. Sure, maybe it will take someone unfamiliar a few ticks to pick up the rhythm, but fuck it. This isn't a talent show; it's a heavenly choir.
Which, granted, looking around, this probably isn't the first image those two words conjure up...
2 suxx, blame the booze
Next singer bring us in strong with the chorus!