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Which, of course, just encourages Bob to jam harder.

He's probably annoying some of the patrons upstairs.

Toki didn't seem to mind, he just grabbed his guitar and mini-amp and decided to come jam along. After all, who could resist having a bit of a jam session?

"You beens practicing, sounds like." He stated as he sat down and started playing along.

"A bit, yeah. I used to play all the time, I just haven't had access to a guitar for a while."

Plus there was the whole 'stranded in the Web for the equivalent of 5 years' thing.

"Well, you sounds great. S'the goods thing." He said, starting to fall into a decent rhythm part to accompany Bob's lead playing.

He'd been stewing over the idea of starting a guitar workshop for those in the bar who wanted to learn how to play, or just wanted to jam along with the other guitar players. The idea came to him after he decided to give Rachel Grey lessons every monday. There were an awful lot of guitarists who probably would benifit to learn how to play fast, and well, he wouldn't mind meeting other people who liked to play as much as he did.

However, that was neither here nor there just at the moment, he just sat quietly and played loud.

How do you feel about 'oldies,' Toki? Because Bob just launched into the opening bars of "Brown Sugar."

Toki loved the oldies!

(Just don't tell the other dudes about it.)

Guess who was able to follow along just as easily and smoothly as ever? Oh yeah. You know it.

Then the unthinkable happens...

Bob starts singing.

"Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields,
Sold in a market down in New Orleans,
Scarred old slaver know he's doin' alright,
Hear him whip the women just around midnight..."

How can such a good guitar player be such a terrible singer? It's one of the great mysteries of the universe.

Wowee, that was brutal.

He takes the next verse,
"Drums beatings cold English blood run hot
Lady of the house wonderin's where its gonna stops
House boy knows that he's doin's alright
You shoulda heards him just around midnight"

Poor english aside? Not too bad.

"I bet your mama was a tent show queen,
And all her boyfriends were sweet sixteen,
I'm no schoolboy but I know what I like,
You should have heard me just around midnight..."

He actually seems to be getting worse with every note.

He actually seems to be UNsinging the song.

That was quite a feat.

Toki didn't seem to mind, just as long as Bob didn't stop playing, there'd be something to make up for his bad vocal work.

He smirked, playing through and straight into Toys in the Attic by Aerosmith.

This... is a song Bob is less familiar with, but he can fake it based on listening to Toki.

On the plus side, this means he won't be singing.

Which meant Toki would have to do his damndest to sound like a strangled cat.

"In the attic lights
Voices scream, nothing seen
Real's a dream

Leaving the things that are real behind
Leaving the things that you love from mind
All of the things that you learned from fears
Nothing is left for the years

In the attic lights
Voices scream, nothing seen
Real's a dream"

About halfway through the verse, Bar was helpful enough to send a waitrat over with lyrics.

The chorus wasn't that hard.

Scream it with me now!
"Toys
Toys
Toys in the attic!"

"Toys
Toys
Toys in the attic!"

Bob somehow manages to sound like several strangled cats.

Which, considering the song, was a good thing.

Leave it to Toki to find a way to make the best out of a situation. Especially when bad singing was involved.

"In the attic lights
Voices scream, nothing seen
Real's the dream

Leaving the things that are real behind
Leaving the things that you love from mind
All of the things that you learned from fears
Nothing is left for the years

Voices scream
Nothing seen
Real's a dream

Toys, toys, toys
In the attic"

Honestly, if Bob could go to a user world, Toki would be able to find a band for him with a voice like that. Really.

"Toys, toys, toys
In the attic
Toys, toys, toys
In the attic
Toys, toys, toys
In the attic!"

Nearby waitrats appear to be in pain.

Time for Bob to choose a song. How about a little U2?

And it would be the most metal rendition one would ever play!

He could handle the other man's voice, he'd dealt with worse.

He was grinning up a storm. This was the most fun he'd had in a while. He'd forgotten the last time he'd actually had fun with impromptu jams. Usually they ended in fights, down Mordhaus way.

It's just a shame Foxtrot isn't here to do his Furry Bono schtick.

"You don't know how you took it
You just know what you got
Oh Lordy you've been stealing
From the theives and you got caught
In the headlights
Of a stretch car
You're a star..."

Or maybe it's a good thing he's not here to hear Bob murder the vocals.

Toki's Ringo-esque voice somewhat made up for it? :D?

"Dressing likes your sister
Living likes a tart
They don't know whats yous doing
Babe, it must bes art
Yous a headache
In a suitcase
Yous a star"

Maybe not.

Bob alternates between jamming and holding up an imaginary microphone as they move into the chorus.

"Oh, no, don't be shy-yyy...
You don't have to go bli-i-i-ind...
Hold meeeee, thrill meeeee,
Kiss meeeee, kill meee-eeeeee..."

Which amused Toki to no end. He giggled halfway through the next set of lyrics,

"You don't knows how you got here
You just knows you want out
Believings in yourself
Almost as much as you doubts
Yous a big smash
You wears it like a rash
Star"

Honestly, the only thing that could possibly put a damper on his good mood is if a sulking blonde came up to them to drag him away. And that wasn't going to happen soon.

Skwisgaar hadn't originally been going to retrieve Toki, he'd been going for a drink, but someone had to save the brunette from himself and the... train wreck full of ducks or whatever that was.

Hands over his ears he ~~said~~ shouted, "Tokis! What is the hells are be you doings?!"

"Jamming! Skwisgaar, this is Bob, Bob, this is Skwisgaar, you probably already knows that, though, because our performances." He smiled, "You wants to come plays with us?"

Hopeful smile?

"Hey, Skwisgaar, nice to meet you." He offers a hand to shake. "You guys rock, I wish I could play like that..."

"Ja. You does." He shook his head, "Ugh, dats was terribles." Another head shake, "Tokis..." He didn't even know what to say really.

Way to go. Skwisgaar had no words.

"We didn't asks you about quality, is just for fun, anyways!" He seemed a bit annoyed at Skwisgaar just then.

"You doesn't knows what fun is. Come sits down and plays with us! You needs to relax." He looked over at Bob apologetically. Really, the blonde was just about the most buzzkill one guy could stand.