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>Karaoke Night: 9pm
>Lincoln and Luna were flipping through the songbook
>"Def Lepard?"
>"Ehhhh. I'm not feeling that tonight. Phil Collins?"
>"No."
>"Ricky Martin?"
>"Eagles."
>"Fuck Eagles, bro."
>"Uh..."
>He flipped through the book a bit more
>"... Whitney Houston?"
>She didn't even dignify a response to that
>He quickly went back to flipping
>"Super Tramp!"
>"Luna, we did that last time. Jethro Tull?"
>"No!! I am not dealing with... Flutey ass, bullshit tonight!"
>"Deep Purple, lets just do Deep Purple."
>"Oh okay, wait, what do you want to do by Deep Purple?"
>"I dunno, like Smoke on the Water or something."
>"Oh c'mon that song... Like nobody hasn't heard that song like a million times."
>"But it's Smoke on the Water, nobody'll hate it."
>She signs, rubbing her temples and leaning back in her seat
>She runs her hands down her face annoyedly and huffs
>"Ordinarily no, but if that's what it's gonna take to pacify you, then fine. lets do it."
>"You got the number?"
>"You got the pen?"
>"Yeah."
>"Then write. This. Down. P. Two. Six. Nine. Nine."
>"Wait, two nine nine--?"
>"Four. F. Zero."
>"One?"
>"I didn't say one at the end."
>"Next we have Lincoln & Luna, c'mon up you guys!"
>They awkwardly scuttle up on stage, Luna speaking into the mic
>"We are gonna be doing some heavy-metal!"
>"Heavy stuff! Smoke on the Water!"
>The music starts playing, the lights dim
>It sounds like a children's song
>It's not Smoke on the Water
>Lincoln looks at the monitor and then back to Luna
>"... On Top of Old Smokey?"
>"You asshole, you misqued it!"
>They start shoving their fingers in eachother's chests, at eachother's necks
>All the while a simple tune plays in the background
>"You gave me the wrong number!"
>Lincoln starts trying to sing along to save face
>"On top of old smoooookeeeeeey"
>"Wha- no, no no no, no! We are not singing this! Linc, c'mon!"
>He just keeps singing and she's hunched over in defeat
>"Oh god, I hate you so much."
