InsaneJournal

Asher really hadn't wanted to come to this stupid karaoke thing but he was told by his younger brother (and again, later on, by his ten year old daughter) that he needed to stop being such a cranky ass and live a little. So, that's what he was doing. He was living a little. He was also drinking a little, and dancing a little, and making himself look like a complete fool as he wandered around the club talking to the people that he knew as well as the people that he didn't. Asher rarely ever drank because of how busy his schedule was and because he had a kid that he was raising on his own. When you're the only rolemodel your child has, you tend to take extra precautions not to look like a complete ass. Or, well, that's how he thought about it anyway. Jess, his dead wife, probably would have handled things differently if roles had been reversed. She was always better at handling things than he was. But that's just a matter of opinion. His.

At the moment, however, Asher wasn't really thinking about his wife. He wasn't thinking about his daughter, either. Or the fact that he had to drive back to Seattle tomorrow with his brother and Mandie who had been kind enough to offer her help with the house. This is, of course, she was still going to come along with the current dilemna. Suppose all that will be figured out over the course of the night though. He wasn't thinking about it. The beer bottle in his hand, number four for the night, was nearly gone as he got up on stage for the second time that night. He'd somehow been conned into a duet with the lovely Jillian Belmont earlier in the evening when he'd been far more sober. 'Endless Love' was not the song he would have chosen but he wasn't one to back down from a challenge. Besides, it was fun!

This time, however, slightly less sober (considering that he'd had a handful of shots before starting on the beer), he stepped up onto the stage for a solo number. A Paul Anka song he'd never actually heard before yesterday. The decision behind him singing this song was a joke, a play on the fact that Jilli had told all of her Twitter pals that she wanted to have his children. Grabbing the microphone, he moved to sit down on the edge of the stage so he wouldn't fall over and he took a deep breath as his eyes glanced over the monitor. Lifting the mic, he spoke into it .. "This one goes out to my soon-to-be-fiancee, Jilli." He managed to get it out without laughing, which was the good part. But then the music began and he chuckled under his breath. "Havin' my baby .. what a wonderful way of sayin' how much ya love me .." He started, waving his bottle holding hand out and looking at Jilli before flashing that unGodly cute smile of his. "Havin' my baby .. what a lovely way of sayin' what you're thinkin' of me .."

Moving to stand up, he walked forward towards her, continuing to sing along the way. Obviously, Asher was not meant to be an entertainer because .. while the guy could carry a tune, his voice wasn't all that great and he had issues with the whole .. walking and singing thing. Still, he managed to get to Jilli and drop down to one knee in front of her as he continued. His bottle set aside so he could take her hand, excusing the slight wetness on his from the bottles perspiration. "The need inside you, I see it showin'. Whoa, the seed inside ya, Baby, do you feel it growin' .." He somehow managed to keep a relatively straight face on, despite the occasional smirk, and he gripped her hand in his while brushing his thumb across her knuckle. As the song played on, he stayed in that position til the music died away and he moved to bring Jilli's hand towards his lips to kiss the back of it before standing up.