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[scurlock]

Doc's been around. When he notices Will looking like he's gotten the shit kicked out of him he doesn't stop to talk to him because it hits a little too close to him. So he goes upstairs instead and pours himself a glass of the rum and drinks it while he eyes the damn book with the date in it.

One glass of rum turns into two, then three. By the time he's drinking the fourth he throws the book across the room, hitting the wall as hard as he can. It feels good. The glass in his hand follows and shatters and it feels better to watch it hit the floor in a hundred pieces.

Except now he has no glass.

Dammit.

A short time later Doc makes his way downstairs. It's obvious that he's already on his way to drunk, and the next glass of rum he picks up from the Bar helps that. He'll be hungover in the morning but he's not caring.

The music starts up in his head, or maybe it's the bar first. He's not sure. He again, doesn't care. He just smirks and starts singing:

I'm feelin' like Tonto,
Ridin' a Pinto,
Tryin' to chase the Lone Ranger down.
I'm a little unravelled,
But I'm still in the saddle,
Cryin' your name out to the clouds

Is he singing to you?


OOC: He might be. He's drunk enough.

[not!tags: Leela, Pirate King]
[tiny tag: Broadway Goes Brutal]

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[eyeeyecaptain]

Vodka and sour mix burn when they go up the nose.

This is the discovery Leela makes when someone sits near her and starts singing. She thought that was finally over! Annoyed, she lifts her head to spy the culprit.

...Cowboy. Figures.

"Hey!" she calls, fully intending to yell at him. But the next few words out of her mouth are a surprise.

"R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Find out what it means to me
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Take care, TCB

Oh (sock it to me, sock it to me,
sock it to me, sock it to me)
A little respect (sock it to me, sock it to me,
sock it to me, sock it to me)"


...What in the festering bowels of hell? Geeze, she almost made it without singing, too.

[scurlock]

Doc kicks back in his chair with the glass of rum and toasts as he continues to sing.

"Hey yaw, Hey yaw...

Why don't you meet me,
Back at the tepee?
We'll lay down by the camp fire.
There, in the dark night,
We'll smoke the peace pipe,
Forget about who's wrong or right..."

[eyeeyecaptain]

Her cheeks flush slightly. Either this guy is very drunk or he's propositioning her.

...Okay, he's clearly the former. This time she's going to give him a piece of her mind for sure.

"You walked into the party
Like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf it was apricot
You had one eye in the mirror
As you watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner
They'd be your partner, and

You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?"


She slaps her hand over her face. Okay, worst first impression ever.

[scurlock]

Women shouldn't hit themselves, and Doc get out of the chair and the music changes, and he offers her his hand to pull her up as he sings more. He can't stop himself and doesn't want to.

I feel so extraordinary
Something's got a hold on me
I get this feeling I'm in motion
A sudden sense of liberty
I don't care 'cause I'm not there
And I don't care if I'm here tomorrow
Again and again I've taken too much
Of the things that cost you too much

I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
I used to think that the day would never come
That my life would depend on the morning sun...

He smiles, a little crooked smile.

[eyeeyecaptain]

Leela's face is full-on red now as she takes his hand and is swept into his arms. This is ridiculous. This is exciting! SO RIDICULOUS!

She takes a deep breath. This time for sure she's going to speak. She demands an explanation! She demands to be returned to her quiet drinking! She demands an introduction with real words!

"Clock strikes upon the hour
And the sun begins to fade
Still enough time to figure out
How to chase my blues away
I've done alright up 'til now
It's the light of day that shows me how
And when the night falls, loneliness calls

Oh! I wanna dance with somebody
I wanna feel the heat with somebody
Yeah Wanna dance with somebody
With somebody who loves me"


DAMN IT.

[scurlock]

Doc sings to her this time.

"I don't know why I act the way I do
Like I ain't got a single thing to lose
Sometimes I'm my own worst enemy
I guess that's just the cowboy in me

I got a life that most would love to have
But sometimes I still wake up fightin' mad
At where this road I'm headin' down might lead
I guess that's just the cowboy in me

The urge to run, the restlessness
The heart of stone I sometimes get
The things I've done for foolish pride
The me thats never satisfied
The face thats in the mirror when I don't like what I see...


...I guess thats just the cowboy in me

Inwardly he's embarrassed as all hell, this is evident by the blush in his cheeks and on the tips of his ears.

[eyeeyecaptain]

D'awwww. The annoyance she felt at first and the frustration that soon followed suddenly dissipates as his cheeks flush. She quirks her head, forgetting herself for a minute.

"Remember the words we use to speak
The promises made have turned to all apologies
The weight of the storm of memories
Still you're flying to fight the force of gravity

I remember the days I still could breathe
Now I'm sinking beneath, the waves are crashing over me
The empty space I lay between
Is all that's left of where our love was meant to be

The force of gravity

Do you cry your eyes asleep?
Is it peace you seek at night when your body's weak?
Did it leave you with the scars, of a war-torn ravaged heart?
Do you cry your eyes asleep?"


Her own cheeks pink. Damn it, Bar. This isn't funny.

[scurlock]

Bar, it's not funny. It's really not. Doc circles back to the table to grab a drink of the rum before the song changes. To Bar's credit, it gets him to stop blushing a little.

A little.

"I can feel
That muddy water running through my veins
And I can hear that lullaby of a midnight train
It sings to me and it sounds familiar

I feel no shame
I'm proud of where I came from
I was born and raised in the boondocks
One thing I know
No matter where I go
I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks

And I can taste
That honeysuckle and it's still so sweet
When it grows wild
On the banks down at Old Camp Creek
Yeah, and it calls to me like a warm wind blowing..."

[eyeeyecaptain]

Hey! No fair! He doesn't bring her near close enough to her own martini, and she is by far not near as smashed as he is! But after this? She will be. You bet your shiny metal ass she will be.

The music turns soulful, and though Leela's better instincts tell her to keep her mouth shut, she feels a song tumbling forth anyway.

"I work hard every day of my life
I work till I ache in my bones
At the end of the day I take home my hard earned pay all on my own
I get down on my knees
And I start to pray
Till the tears run down from my eyes
Lord - somebody - somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?

Everyday
I try and I try and I try
But everybody wants to put me down
They say I'm goin' crazy
They say I got a lot of water in my brain
I got no common sense
I got nobody left to believe

Oh Lord
Somebody - somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?

Got no feel, I got no rhythm
I just keep losing my beat
I'm ok, I'm alright
Ain't gonna face no defeat
I just gotta get out of this prison cell
Someday I'm gonna be free, Lord!

Find me somebody to love
Can anybody find me somebody to love?"

Now Leela is the one blushing. She's never living this one down, she knows it.

[scurlock]

It's okay Leela, Doc's going to blush too.

"Too many broken hearts have fallen down the river
Too many lonely souls have drifted out to sea
You lay your bets and then you pay the price
The things we do for love
(the things we do for love)

Communication is the problem to the answer
You’ve got her number and your hand is on the phone
The weather’s turned and all the lines our down
The things we do for love
(the things we do for love)..."

Doc moves her close enough to that martini. In fact, he sweeps up the drink off the table and hands it to her as he sings the next bit.

"Like walking in the rain and snow
When there’s nowhere to go
And you’re feeling like a part of you is dying
And you’re looking for the answer in her eyes
You think you wanna break up
Then she says she wants to make up..."

There's a bit of a music change, and then Doc steps back for a moment and gives Leela a look as he starts to sing a new song.

"Now, I've had the time of my life
No I never felt like this before
Yes I swear it's the truth
and I owe it all to you..."

He extends a hand to her again and saunters over.

[eyeeyecaptain]

She accepts the drink joyously, knocking it back in one impressive gulp. Management is going to hear about this. As soon as she's emptied the bar.

The look he gives her sets her core temperature to "HOLY HELL IT'S HOT IN HERE," and she's pretty sure her entire body is blushing. This is about the time to shout something unpleasant and storm off to drown her embarrassment in brooding silence, but the soulful strands of music wrap around her and pull her back into Doc's arms.

"'Cause I've had the time of my life
and I owe it all to you..."

[scurlock]

The Landlord will probably laugh. Perhaps injure themselves doing so. And the Management is going to ask if there were pictures involved in any way, shape or form. Bonus points for video footage.

"I've been waiting for so long
Now I've finally found someone
To stand by me..."

As the music picks up so do the movements of his feet. He's not the best dancer but at least he won't squash her toes!

[eyeeyecaptain]

"We saw the writing on the wall
As we felt this magical fantasy..."

As she croons the words she's surprised at how quickly her booted feet can move. Oh god. This can't turn out well. She flips her hair back, horrified at how into the music she's getting as she matches his moves.

But there seems to be no stopping it. She's already opening her mouth to sing the next verse.

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Ginny giggles, sometimes its best to do your homework. While other times it's best to sit in a dark corner with a camera and take pictures. The secret is put the camera away before your caught. Like when the person your catching on film jumps off the table.

[scurlock]

Doc hears giggling from the corner and recognizes the voice after a minute of thinking and he swallows and nods his head.

"...howdy, Ginny."

Embarrassed? Hell yeah.

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

"Hello, Doc. How are you?"

She smiles as she has her book from him on the table oddly enough.

[scurlock]

"I have been better," he admits. "I hate singin'. I ain't a singer. I'm a poet."

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

"You know, Singers are just people that put poems to music."

She's trying not to laugh at him, and comfort him. But, this isn't easy when you're seventeen and just seen what she did.

[scurlock]

Doc chuckles sadly, at that, and then drops into the chair across from her at her table and orders himself a drink.

"You want anythin', I'm buying."

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Ginny smiles.

"Firewhiskey.Thank you."

[scurlock]

"Firewhiskey for the Miss," Doc tells a rat. "Regular whiskey for me...make it a double."

The rat squeaks and runs off quickly to place the order.

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

She smiles.

"I think the singing thing was Bar or something"

She's comforting again.

[scurlock]

"I sure as hell hope so."

Doc doesn't want to know how many people saw that.

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

As far as she can tell just Doc, the odd looking lady he was with and her self, maybe a waitrat.

"Well I'm sure it was. I think people have been doing it all week. Even Mia, but that could have been the brownies"

[scurlock]

"Brownies? You shouldn't eat stuff that comes from Bar."

A beat.

"Free stuff anyway."