RP: Karaoke Night at the World's End, because why not?!

[tt_lisa]

Who: Lisa Turpin, Demp Wiggleswade, James Potter, public
When: 14 June 2002
Where: World's End Pub
What: Friday night at the pub! Open mic & karaoke are going strong!
Rating: TBD
Open/Closed: Public : Open

Lisa had slowly gotten back to feeling like herself after the latest bout of strange magic. She'd woken up on the first rid of the Cinderella complex, but still feeling out of sorts and when she'd wandered around the pub that morning she'd nearly throttled Paul for laughing as she screeched at how... Clean everything was. He'd informed her that they hadn't had an open mic in weeks because of the mess and as "Ella" she had furiously cleaned up after every single spilled drink throughout the two weeks to the point where people had become... polite. And neat. And it didn't feel like the World's End Lisa loved at all.

Now, two weeks later, things were back to normal - well, as normal as they got around here, she thought - and she'd announced via datapad that the karaoke & open mic night was back. With fingers crossed and a promise to Merlin that she'd make the drinks extra strong all night, she unlocked the door for the dinner service and waited as the crowd arrived, starting karaoke herself around 8pm with a particularly bad rendition of Alanis Morissette's "Head Over Feet" from 1995."

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[tt_dempster]

Demp sigh a content exhale when he heard her familiar voice and felt her near to him. He turned with a smile, "Most nights these days, been trying to make up for lost time during that last... issue..." he stumbled on the word, unsure what to call it. It didn't help any that the protectiveness he'd felt as the Bear Prince hadn't totally faded and his work in security was the perfect outlet for it.

He stood and leaned toward her to kiss her cheek softly, letting himself revel for just a moment in the softness of her skin and in her nearness. "How are you doing? Have things gotten back to normal for you?" He pulled back the seat next to his and asked with his eyes if she'd like to join him.

[tt_lavender]

Lavender took the silent invitation, sitting down. "Yeah, I think so. Though my house is still tidier than ever and I think Duke might be even more devoted." She grinned widely. "I seem to have made a couple of new dresses too. I almost feel lazy these days," she joked. Under normal circumstances, Lavender kept herself busy, but she wasn't anywhere near as domestic as Snow-White.

"I'm glad you're yourself again," she told him, leaning close to be heard over the latest karaoke song. "Not that you weren't very regal as a prince." Lavender would just rather be his equal.

[tt_dempster]

"I know the feeling, the Prince was so... Valiant." He shook his head feeling silly just saying it. "But yes, I'm very glad we're back to normal," Dempster was having trouble looking at her though, because back to normal meant back to feeling things he still wasn't sure he should be. At least when they'd been characters it hadn't been his fault he felt the way he did.

"Can I get you a drink?" He looked up and saw Paul, helping Lisa a bit with the crowd, and called the man over.

[tt_lavender]

"Yes. He was very... proper. Gentlemanly." Dempster was a gentleman when he was himself, of course, but the Prince had taken it to a new extreme. "Snow-White was so confused about how to behave around you. I mean, him." She let her hand reach out to cover his. Lavender had no need to be as demure as her counterpart.

"A drink would be lovely," she agreed, her thumb stroking over his knuckles. "Hi, Paul," she said with a smile, hoping that she might be able to coax one out of him. "What wines do you have in tonight?"

[tt_dempster]

Paul looked to Demp as if to ask why the witch was smiling at him but when he looked back at her he couldn't help a small, thin smile of his own. Lavender was infectious and genuine like that. He listed the wines and took her order and then moved back to the far end of the bar, his head back down as usual, his scowl surely in place.

"Why was Snow-White confused?" Dempster asked, waiting until they were alone again to ask, fearing it might be a personal topic.

[tt_lavender]

It was a good question, one tat Snow-White and, consequently, Lavender had thought about a lot. "Because when he was the bear, she could be so familiar with him. You know, curling up in front of the fire and all that sort of thing. But she couldn't do that when he was a prince." Her tone turned wistful. "She missed being able to get so close to him. Which is why I'm glad you're not a prince. It means I can do this." Lavender turned her head to kiss his cheek.

Paul interrupted by putting her glass of wine in front of her; Lavender shot him another smile.

[tt_dempster]

If Dempster didn't know better, he'd swear Paul blushed just a bit and muttered an apology for interrupting them. He smiled in the man's wake. "I like that you can do that, too," he said, turning back toward her and moving closer to kiss her lightly on the lips.

"Lavender... I have something a little awkward I'd like to ask you..." He wasn't sure where he was going with this but he dove in anyway. "Are you seeing anyone else?"

[tt_lavender]

This close to Dempster, Lavender felt awash with feelings. She wanted to kiss him again, but knew this wasn't the time or place, however appealing it was; it was too easy to get swept away when she was in his arms. She bit her lip, his question catching her by surprise. "No." She shook her head. "There's no one else else. And I don't want to see anyone else, either," she added.

She looked down at their hands. "Are you seeing anyone else?" She asked carefully, wanting to make sure now that he'd asked her.

[tt_dempster]

Dempster couldn't help his relieved, radiant smile when she answered his question. Shaking his head and leaning closer, he said, "No, and I don't want to, either." He closed the small space between and gave her a tentative kiss on the lips, unsure what such proclamations meant for them, but feeling so blessed that she had found him this particular evening.