Harper sat at the bar, looking much better than he had before. It looked like changed his clothes, and showered, and he even tried to do something with his hair again, twisting it into weird little spikes.
Most importantly of all, it looked like he had slept, and he had, as he'd fallen asleep leaning against the barrier of Beka's cell and security had been gracious enough to let him get a few hours shut-eye, before he woke himself up with his nightmares.
Tonight, he seemed to be in relatively good humor, at least as compared to the last few nights.
He was still a bit twitchy, though. To be honest, he felt like he wanted to move or
do something, like he couldn't stand still.
Actually, he sort of felt like he wanted to
dance. This was the sort of time he'd put some swing on, on the Andromeda, and try to cheer himself up by getting Beka to dance with him.
Also, now that he was less miserable and no longer close to falling flat on his face from exhaustion, he was now back to his usual default of being incredibly horny.
Now, what was a way to attract chicks, and try to remind himself he was physically capable of having fun?
A little metaphorical lightbulb blinked over his head and he ran outside. He came back in with two very tiny speakers and a tiny music player. Very futuristic-looking.
He set it up in a booth, where there was some open space around it, selected a little playlist of songs he particularly enjoyed, then clapped to get everyone's attention, cupped his hands around his mouth, and shouted: "Ladies and gentleman, old fogies and anklebiters, shapeshifters and reality-shapers, jedi and wizards, humanoids and tentacled squishy things from the planet Tentaclon: it's time to
dance! Impromptu Danceathon time!"
Then he flicked on the music, which was loud, though not disruptive--people in the bar could ignore it and go about their business, just as they could during Karoake Attacks. Despite the tiny speakers it sounded like it was surround sound. Hooray for modern technology!
Eventually he'd get tired. Eventually, he'd just sit down and watch other people having fun, but he'd try to keep himself from doing that right now.
He
had to try, didn't he? If you let yourself dwell on the blood and the gore and the pain and the horror, if you let yourself believe that life could never get better, they won. Then you really lost.
He had to try.
"
Oopa!"
[OOC: Some songs that played: Sing, Sing, Sing; Benny Goodman and His Orchestra. Jumpin' At the Woodside; Count Basie. It Don't Mean a Thing (If It Ain't Got That Swing); Duke Ellington.
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