Wastin' Away Again~

[ohgoodgrief]

Who: Teachers! TA's! RA's! Other graduate students! Other students who are crashing (or god help them, working there??)
When: March 8, 2019, in the evening.
Where: A karaoke bar in Soleil.
Warnings: Alcohol

Sometimes, after tests are done and mysteries uncovered, the teachers need to relax.

Which is why there is karaoke! The faculty of Daybreak Academy have converged, through random inspiration and not a terrible lot of planning, on one unsuspecting bar in Soleil on a Friday evening. A few drinks (or more!) are to be had; however, there is also a stage, with a microphone and a big screen -- which shows a music video for whatever song is on -- and the lyrics. A friendly little green ball bounces over them.

It is time to sing your heart out.

It is time... for karaoke.

Comments

[inflictwounds]

[Why would he expect any different.]

You can have some. But not all of them!

[He's way too nice for his own good smh.]

[nor_iron_bars]

Thanks, doc. You're a real pal.

[Aaand there goes like about a fourth of his fries. As a well-meaning if somewhat dubious form of compensation, she leaves a chunk of her own Miscellaneous Deep Fried Substance on his plate.]

Any idea where the ketchup went?

[inflictwounds]

[RIP fries. He knew thee well.]

Umm - no? I didn't use any. Maybe Yang took it.

[nor_iron_bars]

Nah, I coulda sworn I saw some over- wait.

[Jail picks up the bottle and squints at it.]

This is just salsa. Like. It's in a ketchup bottle? The label says "ketchup". But it's fucking salsa. I can see chopped onion in it and everything.

[She looks deeply confused.]

What the fuck. Who does that? ...I mean, okay. I'd do that. But I'm pretty sure I've never been to this bar before.

[inflictwounds]

Well, if you think about it, isn't ketchup just a kind of salsa?

[Siiiip.]

You know. Because it's a sauce?

[nor_iron_bars]

Man, if you stretch the definition far enough, anything can be salsa. But that doesn't mean I'm gonna put it on nachos, y'know?

[And yet, this isn't stopping her from putting it on her fries. Mm, cilantro?]

[inflictwounds]

What's fries if not a cousin to nachos?

[That makes perfect sense to him.]

[nor_iron_bars]

[Pause.]

...Shit, man. That's deep.

[No it's not, Jail. You're just drunk.]

[inflictwounds]

[The look Hieke gives her says about as much, and he takes a bite of his fries.]

Thanks, I guess.