Ameteur Mic Night (Calamity)

[Kevin Collessano-Alvari]

"WHOOOOO! GO POPS! GO POPS!"

He may have been cheering, but Kevin Alvari was secretly about to piss his pants---in a Yakuza-owned building, on turf that his dad had his eyes on (which was, sadly, that particular Yakuza family's current knowledge of the situation), & they'd shown up unexpected. Had these guys had no sense of courtesy, or more importantly, intelligence, Kevin & Sellie Collessano'd be chopped up eel food on the way to take a flight to Japan to keep the eel farm going. But they knew once word spread, about a quarter of Manhattan would descend on them like the plague for vengeance. Therefore, by them knowing people, Kevin & his dad had been spared. But for how long?

After all, there was a karaoke machine set up, & Kevin's old man had enough sake in him to make a rhino's face go numb. It was looking rather ugly, but when the olive-skinned Sicilian, with walnut hair rolling down past his shoulders in a satin shirt & black slacks with gray alligator shoes picked up the mic & Kevin heard the melody of the song play, he knew that things were about to get much, MUCH worse.

Kevin suddenly wanted to hide in his white tall tee when his father said what could be his last words:

Now everybody was, KUNG FU FIGHTIIIIIIIING, Dun-dun-duh-dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-DUN!!

The pair of baggy black jeans Kevin was wearing almost got soaked. He was glad he was wearing shades; the assorted other Asian guests couldn't see his eyes widen when his father made the fatal transgression.

So, what now? Nobody made a move...except for one in the crowd. And Kevin's wasted father was still working hard on stage to put him & his son in a coffin.

[Jenna Scorn]

The slight jingle of the door might have drawn eyes to the door, but most probably wouldn't be looking away from the stage, and the site that was unfolding before them. The girl's own eyes were pin pricked along that stage, blue eyes blinking behind large neon green shades that were now lowered, why for the shades you may ask?


Now everybody was, KUNG FU FIGHTIIIIIIIING, Dun-dun-duh-dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-DUN!!

Calamity was slightly popular in Japan, slightly. Appearing on a few magazine covers, and pocky commercials, Cosplay how to books and all...you never knew when someone would recognize you. Thaank god no one had, but she almost wished someone had. All that hard work in Japan, seemed like nothing now.

Nothing at all.

This karaoke bar had been one of her hang outs, secretly. She was a regular, believe it or not. Our shy little japanese girl loved to sing, had a nice little voice too, and she'd come here to sing, in secret.

Now, a tongue would flick out.
Lining that lower lip, already glossed with pink.

Those blue eyes were decorated with black and white eyeshadow, eyelashes curled, pink and black strands of hair pulled back into a ponytail and adorned with a tiger striped ribbon.

She took one look around the bar, a few heads had turned in her direction, while a few were still watching the man on stage. She paid no mind, and would make her way through the small crowed of tables, those tiger striped heels gently clicking upon the floor, black leggings hugged her legs, a green shit also hugged that upper frame, and the hem of this shirt would res on her hips, a tiger striped belt buckled over her waist, and a white furred vest hung on her shoulders.

Now, as she stepped, a slight jingle could be heard from her bracelets. Oddities such as bangles and beads glittered that right wrist, even a large amount of "Bling" rested on her fingers, and now on her other wrist, was a white bandage, covering up her wounds of course, from when she'd tried to leave, as Hiroko had done.

But her attempt was futile, and a tiger striped bangle was about that wounded wrist, and in that same hand was a soft pink purse. That she now had set upon the table as she was seating herself, kicking one leg out and over the other as she'd lean back in her seat, that tongue rolling along a piece of gum as she finally removed her glasses and would let them rest in her purse.

[Kevin Collessano-Alvari]

Model walk it, girlie.

Kevin would ignore the erection as the music played, immediately using the split-second distraction to rush to the stage. Time for MAJOR damage control. He couldn't remember how fast he did it, he just knew that in seconds he'd turned off the song that could have potentially meant death for him & his drunken father - in rushing to the stage, he could've sworn someone brandished a pistol before concealing it again - and changed the song to something else.

"...Aight, if you know the words, sing the song!" He'd never felt so many cutting glances in his life.

However, the music came on, and eyes passed over the heads in the room; not Kevin's, but the predominately Japanese audience. One or two began to two-step to the beat, others clapped, and yet others simply caught on as Kevin started to sing the words:

"She's a very kinky girrrl, the kind you won't take home to MUTHAAH!"

Selly, who had momentarily been in a stupor, began singing the Rick James classic with a worse slur than most of the Asians attempting to to sing along. Kevin was glad that A) he had the microphone, B) the audience was singing along, and C) that his voice was actually decent to his surprise. This all added up to him tuning out (partially) the wasted Sicillian doing a disgrace to a hit single.

And Kevin oddly glanced once or twice at Calamity as he danced across the stage in his white tall tee, black baggy jeans and Timberland boots. The song was odd coincidence; he didn't expect her to come in, nor for the song to make him think about her. Hell, he even winked and pointed a finger as the hook came in:

"She's all right, she's all right, SHE'S ALLRIGHT WITH MEEE....
...Yeah, she's a SUPERFREAK! SUPERFREAK! Super FREAKEH, NYAOW!"

[Jenna Scorn]

"...Aight, if you know the words, sing the song!"

Calamity would tilt her head downwards, letting those eyes fall on Kevin as he strode on up to the stage, her tongue rolling over that same piece of gum. One hand was resting on her lap, while the other hand was resting on the table top, her nails gently tapping against the table top along with the beat.

"She's a very kinky girrrl, the kind you won't take home to MUTHAAH!"

She sat in her seat, popping a small bubble with that gum. A few strands falling into her face, and they were easily pushed away with her right hand, watching Kevin who seemed to be enjoying himself. She couldn't help but glance form side to side, looking at the people around the room singing along with the song.

She smiled to herself.
Letting a small "Heh." escape from her glossed lips before she let that back of her's rest against the chair, uncrossing her legs and crossing them yet again as she'd let those eyes dash out to Kevin upon the stage.

And now, his arm shot upwards.
And his index finger was pointing in her direction.
And Calamity's smile would widen as Kevin sang out.

"She's all right, she's all right, SHE'S ALLRIGHT WITH MEEE....
...Yeah, she's a SUPERFREAK! SUPERFREAK! Super FREAKEH, NYAOW!"

Leaning forward, her elbows pushing against the table as she'd let a laugh fall from those lips. A few people around the room would glance in the direction he had pointed, taking in Calamity for a moment before heading their eyes back to the stage.

This kid was odd.
Very odd.

But he made her smile.

[Kevin Collessano-Alvari]

Remember how Kevin saw someone possibly brandishing a gun out the corner of his eye? Well...that possibility became fact. He stopped singing "Superfreak" momentarily - a mid-aged man with slicked-back hair pulled out a Baretta, raising it towards Kevin...before setting his target on the roof above him.

BANG!

The worst part to this? Kevin kept on beat, not skipping the lyrics now, AFTER the shot was fired. As for the shooter?

"FUCK YEAH!!! I got mah wayfe prignut awf diss shong!" The joys of Engrish. And to top it off, Kevin saw enough smiling faces after this man's statement to believe that they'd all pull out pieces & shoot the roof out. A mix of Japanese & mangled English told how other men could emphasize with the overjoyed armed man. Women smiled, one or two spoke in their first language, with something to the effect of them thinking Kevin was decent eye candy; he'd hoped the men's chatter kept them from hearing that part. The song would end, & Kevin, pushing his pops off the stage (& almost sent him tumbling) would bow before pulling his shirt off, revealing a torso laden with tattoos & a navel piercing.

Rick James just saved two white boys...well, a white man & a white & Brazilian boy. Go figure! Now...for the next motherfucker up - Kevin made his way towards Calamity, setting his wasted father back at their table first before going to hopefully spit game at the sophomore.

[Jenna Scorn]

Maybe the two had been toying with another, at leasts he had been. The way she was letting that gum roll along her tongue, blue eyes peeking out through thick black lashes to take on the singing fool upon the stage.

They'd met at the Masquerade, and she never thought she'd see him again. But here he was, singing upon a stage, in front of her, to her. She smirked to herself, pushing strands of hair from her face.

But with the Bang, and the gun fire Calamity couldn't help but get a little unsettled within her seat. She's swallow, watching the man with those large blue eyes before licking her lips and regathering herself.

"FUCK YEAH!!! I got mah wayfe prignut awf diss shong!"

How cute.

Brushing a few strands of hair from her lips, letting those eyes peer at Kevin.
As he was heading off the stage, his form dancing towards her.

She couldn't help but regain herself, peeking up at him with a smile upon her glossed lips.

"Heh, you come here often?"

[Kevin Collessano-Alvari]

"Hell nah. Just needed somewhere to go out & act goofy at...maybe get wasted & pass out at for the night. Only problem is, my dad picked the wrong place. Our kind ain't usually good to see 'round here."

He'd leave out details.

"Well, whaddabout chu? This your usual spot, or you just crashin' for the time being?" Kevin pulled up a chair next to her, smiling. "Because we could chill for the night...maybe catch a movie after this, some dinner, just name it. We never really finished up at the party."

[Jenna Scorn]

"Hell nah. Just needed somewhere to go out & act goofy at...maybe get wasted & pass out at for the night. Only problem is, my dad picked the wrong place. Our kind ain't usually good to see 'round here."

Calamity would uncross her legs for a moment, soon recrossing them, those tiger striped heels thudding against the floor for a moment before she'd let her body relax against the back of the chair as Kevin would pull a chair up, letting himself draw in near her.

And she'd give a gentle wave to a waitress who was walking by, stopping her for a moment and ordering herself a Raspberry tea before letting the girl wonder off towards the kitchen. Glancing towards Kevin as he began to speak again.

"Well, whaddabout chu? This your usual spot, or you just crashin' for the time being?"

"Actually..."

She'd let her eyes dance upon him, glancing towards his naval ring, a slight tingle running through her spine as she'd hold back a feline like purr before making eye contact with him again.

"Yes, it is. I come here often."

"Because we could chill for the night...maybe catch a movie after this, some dinner, just name it. We never really finished up at the party."

A thin brow would raise, and all the while Calamity was watching him, her blue eyes dancing on him like a flame would dance upon a candle stick, flickering against the windowpane.

But when he'd mention the party, that damned masquerade she'd reposition herself. Licking her lips and glancing off to the side.

259.
She was beginning to see it.
It was all about fucking popularity.

But none the less, she'd let her eyes fix on him again.
His tanned skin.

"I'm really not one for hanging out."

It was the truth.
She didn't have any friends.
There for she didn't just 'Hang out'.

But now, she wasn't so sure.
Winters had been her only friend.
And even though they hadn't spoken in so long, and only shared a boss and employee sort of relationship she still loved him.
She wouldn't dare think of on what line of love, but there was still some sort of feeling for him.

But this man, she almost left the table thinking about it.
She had been hurt so many times before.
Would she let it happen again?

Do I need you?
Yes and no.
Do I want you?
Maybe so.

"Heh, sure.Misery loves company."

[Kevin Collessano-Alvari]

"Misery? More like...I'm emphatic. Seein' you here makes me feel hella elated."

Despite the odd wording, it was the truth. And the tiger stripes were a touch on her that made him nearly beastial; he was glad he'd tucked himself to the side, if one understood the phrase. But all erotic thoughts aside, he was glad she'd showed some enthusiasm to his offer. Maybe he might be getting through to her WITHOUT the alcohol. Go figure.

"So, where you wanna go?" Sadly, he was cut off - drunken fathers can be a pain sometimes, as Selly, in a red silk shirt, black leather slacks & black leather casual shoes got up, wobbling towards Kevin, but pointing at Calamity.

"Hey, you! Yeah, YOU! The pink & green & orange &...yeah, n' all of that! You...YER A MODEL!" He'd wave his finger at her, though he'd be sat down by his son. Not a word was said though he'd turn around towards her, shrugging as he did so.

"At least he hasn't hit anybody. Before we moved here, he's been hella tight about his work...this was his first chance to kick back. In a way, I'm glad he's stupid drunk. Means he still knows how to have a decent time." Of course Kevin believed his dad's talk was just drunken babbling. After all, he didn't look at foreign TV & magazines like his dad did.

"But before we were so rudely interrupted..."

[Jenna Scorn]

"Misery? More like...I'm emphatic. Seein' you here makes me feel hella elated."

She'd smile, glancing to the side as she'd notice a female stepping towards the stage, readying herself to sing and grabbing a near by mic. Calamity soon would let her eyes turn towards Kevin again, a soft smile on her lips, slightly blushing as he spoke.

"So, where you wanna go?"

She wasn't sure.
This is the only place she'd ever went to hang out.
And she'd only ever left Katashi manor to go to work for Winters, school, a bit of shopping and to the kareoke bar.

That was it.

Sad?
Yeah.

She was looking up towards Kevin again, giving a small shrug of her shoulders, her mouth opening to speak but the words of the drunken man coming near had shut her off. Her mouth was closing, almost clamping when he shouted.


"Hey, you! Yeah, YOU! The pink & green & orange &...yeah, n' all of that! You...YER A MODEL!"

She'd look a little flustered.
Swallowing.
Sitting upright in her seat.
Letting her eyes glance to the side before slowly letting them trickle on Kevin.
Letting her fingers knit pick at the hem of her shirt.

How had he known?

Yes, she was a model..over in Japan.
She'd been fairly popular.
fairly.

But she couldn't have been popular enough for anyone in the states to know her.
Or was she?
She'd bite her lower lip, glancing up at Kevin as he spoke.

It was odd.
Having someone know you, without really knowing you.
At least here in the states.
She hadn't expected it.

But she couldn't help but smile to herself.
She still had it.

She was proud, but wouldn't mention it.
Yes.
She was a model.

"At least he hasn't hit anybody. Before we moved here, he's been hella tight about his work...this was his first chance to kick back. In a way, I'm glad he's stupid drunk. Means he still knows how to have a decent time."

A nod to Kevin, a smile on her lips as she'd glance towards the man.
She'd look at him for a moment, nodding her head in greeting before letting her lips form the words.

"Konnichiwa."

"But before we were so rudely interrupted..."

Now, looking to Kevin again.

[Kevin Collessano-Alvari]

"...Hello to you two, Ms. Foreign Celebrity."

Mr. Collessano flashed a wide, somewhat stupid-looking (but sincere) grin at Calamity. Kevin shook his head. "Even if he's drunk, he's got at least one thing right---you got model looks. Maybe a bit more body then those twigs that walk the catwalk, but you could really be one if ya wanted to." He'd nod at her.

"But for serious. Where to? If yer hungry, we can grab some steaks or somethin'. Or what's good at the movies right now? Or..." ...This would be testy, but he had to do it. He couldn't resist anymore, not after he caught her staring at his piercing. He didn't want to say anything, but why not?

"...Or, we could catch a private show." He'd turn in his seat towards her, scooting closer & gently taking her hand. If she allowed it (or got caught off guard), he'd take her own fingers & run them down his abs. Go 6-pack. And yes, this tickled. He just wouldn't say anything or react, save for an occasional twitch.

"...Or I could just be joking."

[Jenna Scorn]

"...Hello to you two, Ms. Foreign Celebrity."

She smiled to the man, and then would look towards Kevin again as he spoke, letting those lips curl upwards.


"Even if he's drunk, he's got at least one thing right---you got model looks. Maybe a bit more body then those twigs that walk the catwalk, but you could really be one if ya wanted to.


She was beaming at him. Almost considering to let a little laugh escape from her mouth, but she'd hold it in.

Now, she'd notice as the female who had stepped on stage was finishing her song and stepping down from the stage. People hooted, and hollered, clapping for the girl who now was seating herself.

"But for serious. Where to? If yer hungry, we can grab some steaks or somethin'. Or what's good at the movies right now? Or..."

Turning her head towards him.
She wasn't really hungry, and she wasn't much for movies.
She wasn't one for hanging out, maybe he was barking up the wrong tree.

Maybe.

"...Or, we could catch a private show."

"Hmmm?"

Blinking her eyes, as innocent as a lamb as she looked at him.
That doll like face letting those large blue eyes blink as she watched him, scooting near her.

"Private show?"

She had asked him, and before she knew it he was taking her hand and letting it smooth down his chest.
She swallowed, eyes glancing at his chest before looking up at him, slightly startled.

"...Or I could just be joking."

She was looking at him, again letting her lips open to speak, but thats when a waitress came to her, practically pulling her away from the table. This young waitress was tugging at Calamity, herding her towards the stage.

"Oh, no..I...."

She was trying to protest.
But the waitress wouldn't have it, and either would the usuals of the bar, screaming and hooting for her.

She was pushed onto the stage, almost stumbling for a moment as those heels scuffed against the stage and she had tried to recollect herself as graceful as possible. Letting her hands smooth out her outfit, brushing strands form her face.

"Heh...."

Now, that same waitress was asking her.
Asking her what she'd sing.

Calamity gave a shrug.

"The usual..."

And the girl would nod quickly, hustling away.

Calamity would take a few steps closer on to the stage, those heels gently clicking as she did so, letting her hand reach out and take hold of a mic.

And now as Calamity would turn towards the audience, the beating rhythm of drums now flooded the ears, booming form the speakers.

Kevin probably wasn't familier with the song, and Calamity smield to the crowed, after all, she was used to this sort of thing. And she opene dher lips to sing Human by Skye Sweetnam

Her toe tapping along with the beat of the drums, letting her body slightly sway to the music, letting the cord of the mic slightly curl about her wrist.

"You know what Simon Says. He tells you what to do."

And now, her hips were really swaying.
People were clapping, and dancing in their seats as she sang to them.

That thin frame was walking to the side of the stage, snaking her way out. Shoulders popping to the beat.

"What if he told you to take off all your clothes and dance in your birthday suit."

She hadn't looked at Kevin yet, yes, she'd looked in his general direction, but she hadn't made eye contact.

Honestly, she was too busy getting lost in the song.
She did that often.

Fame.
She craved it.

And while she was on stage, this was her little moment of fame.
Her little ticket to paradise.

"Sure it's the latest craze. We all get influenced, the little secret they don't want you to know no no."

Dipping her hips upon that stage, letting strands of hair fall into her face as she'd glance in Kevin's direction. Finally making eye contact.

"We're only human separated by our thoughts. So hang on to them or you'll find you might get caught. Caught up in the..."

And now, she gripped that mic with her right hand. Her left hand flew into the air as she sang out loudly.

"Hey! Monkey See and Monkey Do. Must I get brainwashed by what's surrounding you. Didn't you know that every little thing's contagious...Oh yes... every little thing's contagious!"

[Kevin Collessano-Alvari]

...That was effing RUDE. I'm gonna complain to her supervisor.

Or did bar employees even HAVE supervisors? Oh, the hell with it...it was out of pocket, but it had been done. Besides, Calamity would come back down eventually, and Kevin had gotten his joke in. No permanent damage was caused.

Calamity'd been right in thinking that this song wasn't up Kevin's musical tree; however, the beat was catchy. The lyrics? Not so much. But the energy in the song made up for the lyrics - Kevin heard the message, but probably the main reason the song didn't touch him was the message or how it was sent; whoever wrote it could have been a bit more creative in how the song was delivered. But no matter. Calamity was up there, doing her thing, & Kevin could say this much: the energy in the beat was being rode by Calamity perfectly.

Oh, & the brief lock of eyesight was nice, too. That instant felt like forever (as cliched as it may be, though it was the truth) before time resumed normally again.

Shit...she's in it. Is that how I am when I break?

[Jenna Scorn]

As the song progressed, so had her movements and she was strutting herself upon the stage. A little dramatic for a karaoke bar, but if you hadn't notice, Calamity's very appearance was dramatic...'nuff said.

But it wasn't bad, most certainly not, considering she had half of this little sing a-long bar swaying in their seats, singing along with her. She was playing the crowed, something she was good at.

and now, as the story was coming to and end she'd form the last lyrics, letting her tongue roll from those pink lips.

"Hey! Monkey See and Monkey Do. Must I get brainwashed by what's surrounding you. Didn't you know that every little thing's contagious...Oh yes... every little thing's contagious!"

And as the music faded, coming to a stop Calamity was left upon the stage. Now, quickly moving to the side and returning the mic to its rightful place and letting her little body hurry off from the stage.

People clapped to her, hooted and such, and Calamity would only nod,, whispering a few thank you's and such as she went. But for the most part, she'd kept her eyes on the floor as she made her way back, finally letting herself fall into her seat, letting herself lean forward, strands of hair flying in her face to hide her eyes as she'd reach for her tea and take a sip.

Licking her lower lip, finally glancing upwards towards Kevin and his father.

[Kevin Collessano-Alvari]

"..Good shit. Not my kinda music, but the performance is what counts when it's live."

He'd nod toward her & flashed a grin. Nothing else needed to be said; he wanted to say more, do more, but he'd hold back. No need to be too touchy-feely. Besides, he'd felt that his little 'private show' comment was pushing it now. Why go further & potentially screw up?

The same waiter that had pulled Calamity off towards the stage came by, with Kevin getting her attention (by grabbing her arm a tad harder than necessary) to get himself something to drink - lemonade. She'd fetch it, not knowing that he wasn't going to tip her. Yes, because of a simple interruption of conversation, he wasn't going to tip the lady. Something about that whole situation irked him highly.

Kevin stood up, tossing his shirt back on, feeling no more need to show off his body (& piercing) to the building.

Of course, that would change if Calamity asked him to. Oh, how Kevin was a sucker for women. Hell, he actually would have preferred if she DID ask him to take the shirt back off. But Calamity seemed to be one of the shy types. The chances she'd do it were slim. Oh well. It was a nice thought, right?