The night had started out well enough. Morgan had met up with Lynn and they'd gone to a bar. The usual alcoholic socializing that seemed to help the Lost of Sacramento unwind had been going well. Right up until they'd tried the house special. Which turned out to be quite a bit stronger then either expected. To make a long story short, the two Courtiers were drunk and being stupid.
Then they'd gotten kicked out of the bar their singing with the jukebox and annoying the others patrons. Morgan's excuse for her poor performance was that she didn't know the words and the "music thingie" didn't have words. Lynn's attempts to get the raccoon to sing along with her was hindered by the Nightsinger's own inebriated state. She kept giving Morgan the wrong lyrics, so twas impossible for the drunken raccoon to get it right.
Eventually, one of them suggested a solution: karaoke! The words were on display for all to see so Morgan couldn't get it wrong then! Cries of "brilliant!" had echoed as the drunken Lost stumbled around looking for a karaoke bar.
Now that they had reached one, they were trying to figure out how get onto the stage. A $100 bill from Morgan had shut up the staff's protests about drinks before singing.
Now came the important part: figuring out what songs they should try to sing. Turning with too much emphasis yet surprising balance, Morgan looked to Lynn, "Whaaat songs should ye thinkin' like Lincoln or something, uh, what songs should we pick? Pick-lick-quick, darn it no kitten in me jacket tonight."