(2016-06-22) Galway Girl
Galway Girl
Summary: Buddies, Karaoke and Beer
Date: 2016.06.22
Related: http://coralsprings.wikidot.com/log:2016-06-21-let-it-go Let It Go
NPCs: Random bartender
Scene Runner: -
Players:
derek..brenna..

A beer (or ale as Brenna called it - maybe even a pint) was on order. With pretzels. Where else to find everything to suit your needs after a day of skating? Thunder Bay, baby. And so Derek had flown and Brenna, in true fairy fashion, had sprouted her own gossamer wings and flown beside him, red hair fluttering behind her. Face it, she was a babe. (haha, maybe not, but dammit she was a fairy!) When they locate a questionable joint, one where there's not someone at the door checking id's. She walks inside, slick as you please, and straight to the bar. "A pint for me," she orders in her accented voice then looks expectantly to Derek. Maybe the 'tender is surprised by the blatant manner, but with a lopsided smile, he goes to fulfill the orders of the two, if indeed Derek orders something.

"Same, a miller," he says as if he knows what he wants. At his age, he doesn't have a wide variety to choose from, when he can get it, he's at the mercy of the buyer. Today he is the buyer, but he orders just the same. And yes, on the flight, he did admire wings, but he kept his distance. He's spoken for, he is playing good. Actually, she has him, even if he may play otherwise, he knew where his heart was. Even if now, his playful soul was on beer and pretzel. "And some pretzels," he indicates the pretzel display where they are warm and toasty looking. Questionable enough they have pretzels and peanuts probably, small fare. Enough to keep patrons inside and not needing to go out while they drink away their days.

Unaware of his thoughts or anything else, Brenna is just along for the ride. Once the drinks, and his ordered pretzels are ordered, and delivered, she settles in, reaching for a pretzel of her own and tearing off a piece of it to dip in the complimentary nacho cheese. She takes the bite and grins at him after swallowing. "So, you do this often? Take strange girls out for beer?"

"Oh," he says, agreeably, reaching for his own pretzel to dip. He is more dip whole pretzel and bite off a pieace sort of guy. "Totally," continues Derek once he chews and swallows, enough to talk at least, "If not for strange girls and beer, there would be no girls in my life. I have to take the strange." A slight grin, more to say she is strange, in agreement as she said it, even though not intended that way. But its all a tease, he takes a drink form his miller to wash the rest down. "No, only rarely. I probably shouldn't be taking strange girls for drinks, my team already doesn't trust me in this department. Only one girl I hope does, but I didn't mention this possibility." He ponders, as if he should have, like texted, or something …

"I figured," Brenna tells him with a smirk. "You have a reputation at the school. Are you a player?" Of course he wasn't but he had the rep for it, there had to be some truth in it didn't there? She noms another bite and tilts her head as she listens to him, "So you have a girlfriend?" It doesn't appear she is put off by the idea of it, she continues to grin in a goofy, silly way. "Well at least you can just tell her I was strange, if it ever comes up."

"I figured," Brenna tells him with a smirk. "You have a reputation at the school. Are you a player?" Of course he wasn't but he had the rep for it, there had to be some truth in it didn't there? She noms another bite and tilts her head as she listens to him, "So you have a girlfriend?" It doesn't appear she is put off by the idea of it, she continues to grin in a goofy, silly way. "Well at least you can just tell her I was strange, if it ever comes up.""

"Am I a player," smirks Derek, curious by the question. Then he considers it and shrugs, taking another sip of beer. More like a gulp, a tilt anda gulp, not to rush it, but enjoy it. "I think being a player requires having a game to play in getting with girls. I think my problem is, or was, no filter. I didn't stop." Another dip and riping bite off his pretzel. "Yeah, Annaliesa, we're a thing. I should give her my letter jacket." If he had one. "Totally strange, the way you eat your pretzel and drink your beer, its all backwards and Irish." As if it was different from how he's doing it, which it didn't seem to be.

"I kind of heard something like that. Maybe." Brenna gives a good natured smile. "Well I have no designs on you, much as I like to date the bad boy." She winks playfully, maybe she wasn't teasing, maybe she was serious. "So you don't have to worry about me. We could hang out and be buddies though," she waggles her brows and pats her pocket. "In fact, that's the price you have to pay for me not leaking this video." Oh so it was back to that now was it? With another dip of her pretzel, she pops the piece in her mouth and follows with a swallow of beer. "I'm all sorts of Irish. I'm a Galway girl. And since you like singing, you should sing that song for me too."

He looks at her again, slightly over her, then he amends, "Just regular old buddies." No other such types can be added in there. Teasing or not, maybe he was setting his own boundaries. A grin though and Derek nods to her, "Okay, hanging out, I'll pay the price. You shall hang with me and I'll help your reputation. Even though money can't buy me love." As if going with the movie he knows of for reference, maybe his parents showed him once. "What, what song. You said hanging out, not kareokee (sp). We'll have to barter for that, or I'll have to drink a couple more of these, and I'll need the lyrics. And the musc …"

"Just regular old buddies. Nothing more." Brenna doesn't mind the boundaries, not in the slightest. She glances around the bar when he mentions karaoke, and she laughs when she notices the book and the mic. "Or we could sing it together. No bartering. You do this with me and I will buy the drinks." Besides, what could be more embarrassing than Let it Go?" Hopping up, she looks back, "Good thing money can't buy love. I wouldn't buy it. I don't want it," she grins. Heading over to the book of songs, she peruses through it before giving him a triumphant smile. "It's here. Galway Girl. It's from the movie PS. I Love You." She rolls her eyes at the mention of love again. "Let's do this." She punches in the number and the lyrics will come up on the screen when it starts.

"That's what I said," not wanting love, or looking for it. Derek was just having fun, he was bitten by a bug. It could be viral, she should be careful. "Okay, you're on, I'll lean on your voice, with my horrid attempts at singing." It was better when you weren't alone, this karaoke business. So he bought into it, this bar was getting a treat tonight for sure. Following up to look over shoulder, he groans, "Great." When she finds it that is, followed by an eye roll. Then he waits and when the lyrics start, he tries. half a second behind her probably cause he hasn't heard the song.

It's a spunky, upbeat song and even better when it was Gerard Butler singing it in the movie to Hillary Swank. With a smiles she watches the lyrics go the goes full on Irish as she sings and dances to the music, her mug of beer in her other hand that isn't holding the microphone. Oh yeah she's having a good time and doesn't care who knows it.

He moves a little to the music as if that helps his voice, or his rhythym, but a singer he is not. He still sings away, like someone was filming now for a hit movie. Not full on dancing with beer in hand, but he holds the microphone. Probably more his voice that way coming through. No glasses break thank goodness. And he gets through it, then chuckles at the end even. "No, I'm not going to quit my day job."

<FS3> Brenna rolls Singing: Good Success.
<FS3> Brenna rolls Dancing: Success.

Brenna does pretty good at singing it, perhaps it's something she has known for awhile. The dancing, she's still good, but not as talented as when she sings. When the song ends, she takes another swig of her beer, polishing it off before looking at him. "Never lose your heart to a Galway Girl," she grins saucily and flounces over to the table again so she can get a refill. "You can come sing, we could make it a duet," she teases. The bartender turns her down for a second drink, not wanting her to get sloshed. She pouts prettily but doesn't argue. Instead she pays. "Time for us to fly," she grins, quoting partially a song.

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