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Tweak says, "I'm not Josie Grossie anymore!"

asher orion royce (_asher) wrote,
@ 2009-11-28 18:47:00

Who : Jilli Belmont, Asher Royce, and any of the other Glee karaoke patrons.
What : Glee Karaoke -- the part where Asher serenades Jilli and so forth.
Where : 213.
When : Saturday, 11/28. Sometime in the evening.
Rating : TBD by Jilli, ha!
Open : Only if the other Glee patrons can find a reason to pop up.

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.

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jbelmont
2009-11-29 03:47 am UTC (link)

At the age of twelve, Jillian Belmont had briefly considered being a professional singer as her ultimate chosen profession. The plan was to front a band as cool as No Doubt and rock cut off shirts to show off a pierced belly button and a sexy set of abs on stage while basically rocking out for legions of adoring fans. She'd even convinced someone to dye her hair pink ala Gwen but unfortunately a similar hair style would be the only thing she and Mrs. Rossdale had in common. Not only could she not carry a tune but her singing voice was enough to make her dogs run out of the room. Being an eternal optimistic and a total "glass half full " kinda gal, Jillian accepted her shortcomings and hung up her pink hair and rock star dreams in favor of a more realistic career. Like becoming a ninja.

A karaoke night would never have been on her list of fun things to do but she hadn't resisted the idea. Nor had she volunteered herself to be a participant, secretly hoping to merely be an observer and to of course make fun of others. However, Mandie had other plans for her -- and again, her agreeable nature prevented her from refusing. That and the fact that she had no shame. Besides admittedly there was very little she wouldn't do if Asher was somehow assigned to the same task. She'd prefaced the performance with an apology in a very charming but very self deprecating manner which she hoped, as previously joked, would help prevent people in the audience from throwing inanimate objects, like chairs, at them. Particularly at her.

But it hadn't been too painful. She'd mostly just kind of talked in a sing song voice -- that is when she was able to get through it without laughing. Which was mostly never. Endless love ? Hilarious. In any case once it was over, she was thankful to be done but didn't leave the stage before taking a bow which was only in response to the applause at the end that had to have been ironic and not because they were truly impressed with the talent. At least not in her case. Asher hadn't been bad. Not as bad as she was. But then there weren't may people who were. William Hung maybe, but at least he had a record deal. Or had. She bangs. Whatever.

And while she had plans to rape her singing partner later on she'd been distracted by free drinks tossed her way, cheering on her more talented friends and shoe swapping. The alcohol in her system probably being the culprit behind the latter more bizarre decision. Though she'd never seen the young female artist who called herself Moon, Jillian had agreed to trade shoes with her. Her pair of recently purchased four hundred dollar Jimmy Choo suede black fringe boots for Moon's personally decorated pair of converse sneakers. Having just laced them up, Jillian stretched out her denim clad legs from her place perched on the edge of a chair around a crowded table to admire the "art work " on her feet. She'd been mentally congratulating herself on the "deal" made when she recognized the voice, as well as her "shout out " and looked back at the stage with a singular brow yanked up. " Ha. That's me. He means me. " Pressing her palm flat against her chest she informed the table and sat up straighter. " I'm the future fiance."

Someone said congratulations but she wasn't looking anymore. Her focus entirely on her future baby daddy, or FBD for short. Her cheeks felt warm and tingly when he approached and took her hand which she'd willingly handed over. " Oh my God, you sounded just like a .. Backstreet Boy. " Jillian announced once it was over. Leaping out of her seat she'd throw her arms around his neck. " Like, back when they were good. You were AJ. AJ was the best. He had a receding hair line but you don't. You look way better. " This was all mostly spoken at his ear as she still clung onto the embrace, one hand cradling the back of his neck.

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_asher
2009-11-30 01:19 am UTC (link)

Leave it to Jilli to swap shoes with complete strangers and sit at a table with people who would now probably think she was pregnant. Of course, there was a good bit of humor in that should you really think about it. They'd never even kissed. Heck, he'd never even thought about kissing Jillian Belmont until she posted that Twitter thing and all hell broke loose. He had to admit, she'd turned into a very attractive young woman. He occasionally felt the need to slap himself because .. well, there was a ten year age gap between them. People would think he was a cradle robber or something. Not that he really cared what other people thought, but still! Obviously, if he cared, he wouldn't be singing songs about having babies with a woman he'd never even kissed.

Which really only reminded him that he had, almost, promised to give that whole kissing thing a try. He momentarily wondered if kissing her hand would count or if she would try and rape him at some given point throughtout the night. Glancing around as he finished, he was barely paying attention to the Backstreet Boy reference until the younger of the Belmonts was leaping out of her seat and clinging to him by the neck. A loud, surprised laugh left his lips as one arm moved easily around her body.

Man, was she tiny. The thought slipped into his head as his arm curled around her waist, his hand gripping the opposite him as his forearm pushed at the small of her back, bringing her in close. He was slightly bent forward while she kept her own arms around him, speaking into his ear. The laughter softened away, leaving a smile on his freshly shaven face. He had showered and shaved before coming to the club tonight, leaving him smelling of soap and aftershave. He wasn't really a brand name type of buyer, so both were generic makes and yet they smelled just as good as the more expensive counterparts. His aftershave was strong, but nowhere near as bold as say .. Old Spice.

He hadn't been entirely sure what to wear to this thing so he'd let Ami help him pick out an outfit, something he did often because she got a kick out of getting to help him out. She kept asking if he was going on a date and he kept telling her no because, in honesty, he wasn't. Or, he didn't see it as such, despite being oddly glad at seeing Jilli there. The outfit Ami helped him pick out was rather on the casual side. A pair of blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a plaid button-down left undone, the colors consisting of medium blue, gray, and white. Plain old sneakers finished the outfit off because, aside from at work when he wasn't allowed to wear them, Asher didn't go anywhere without his sneakers.

"I'm going to try and take that as a compliment. Even though you just compared me to a member of a boy band." He laughed again, his hand loosening it's grip though he was liking the feel of hers on the back of his neck. Taking a low breath, his fingers slid along her back before he lowered his hand away and waited for her to let him go.

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jbelmont
2009-11-30 04:23 am UTC (link)

As she perched herself on the decorated tips of her newly acquired sneakers, she was more than aware that this was the first time she'd given him what she considered to be a proper boy-girl hug. Boy-girl hug being a term she'd come up with years ago in describing various different types of embraces. For example, a proper parental hug, was longer than a proper friend hug but not as long as a boy-girl one, which involved lots of chest to chest contact as well as other parts. Feeling his arm move around her back she closed her eyes and turned her head a little brushing the tip of her nose against the side of his neck." You smell really good," She whispered. Had he not, it would have dampened his appeal significantly although not enough of a deterrent for her to give up her pursuit for his affections. After all, she could teach him how to smell better. It didn't have to be a deal breaker, just a minor glitch. Thankfully, it wasn't an issue.

Normally, Jillian was not this forward. She didn't throw herself at every man she found attractive. This was just entirely different. Though the explanation of her drunken twitter announcement had been initially denied and then thinly veiled in jest, he already knew that she was interested. There was nothing left to hide on her part and therefore she rationalized, nothing left to lose. Either he would tell her to scram in a very Asher-like way, which would be as kind as possible, or he wouldn't. Being that there was really only way to find out this was her seizing the day.

Her thumb swept across the hair at the nape of his neck, the subtle movement prompting several of the plastic bracelets that lined either of her wrist to slide down and crash into one another, sort of making a faint chiming noise. When he let her go she sighed reluctantly letting her arms drop from around him as well. However, all signs of disappointment vanished from her face once she looked back up at him and grinned. " So, want to make a baby now ? I think it's my super fertile time. " She placed a palm over the purple cotton material of her blouse that covered her abdomen. The baby part of her twitter confession wasn't entirely true. Jillian adored other peoples babies but only because she had the option of giving them back to their rightful owners if/when they got out of hand. She wouldn't be able to do that with a child of her own. That sort of thing was frowned upon by most people. Besides, Asher already had an awesome kid, so he was pretty much set already in that department.

Pretending to make them was the only part that interested her. " Aren't you inspired by the song ? Cause I am. Very. "

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_asher
2009-12-06 12:25 am UTC (link)

Ordinarily, this type of forwardness would probably put him off but there was something oddly cute about it coming from the littlest Belmont. He'd been ten years old when she was born and could remember her crawling around in her diaper. Which probably should have been the start of his easy put down but he had to admit he was rather flattered by the fact that she had a crush on him. He couldn't really recall doing anything all that great that would have drawn her attention. Sure, he was the older one in the bunch. He'd looked out for all of them when they'd gotten to school. He vaguely remembered dealing with some bratty little kids who had been picking on her once but the details were so hazy that he wasn't even sure anymore. He'd always tried to be nice to her because, well .. let's face it, his younger brother had teased her like she was his own sister and Asher just wasn't that kind of person. He'd probably gone off on Penn a number of times for making fun of the little girl. But that's all entirely beside the point.

Standing there in the club, he kept his arm around her, his fingers gently gripping her frame. The slight brush of her nose against his neck made him smile and he chuckled as she commented on how good he smelled. He'd never understand those guys who couldn't take care of themselves enough and realize that B.O. was just not attractive. "Thank you." He spoke low, his voice a little gruff before he cleared his throat and laughed while carefully releasing her.

Stepping back just as her thumb brushed against the nape of his neck, he swallowed slightly and took a deep breath before pushing that smile back onto his face. Letting the girl know that his neck was a very sensitive spot on his body probably wasn't the best idea. Especially while she was standing there talking about how this was her fertile time. And he was suddenly glad he didn't have anything in his mouth or he probably would have spit it out all over him. Personally, he was happy having the kid that he had. He wasn't sure he could handle going through all of that alone, especially considering he'd had to raise Ami almost entirely by himself. Sure, the thought of having another kid someday was nice. He'd love to have a son. But right now? Not so much.

"Hmm. That song was pretty inspiring, but I'm just not that kind of guy. I mean, really .. if I can't take you out on a proper date first, I should at least get some of that kiss action that was mentioned before. There are steps after all! You're jumping the gun there, cutie." He laughed, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jeans, which bunched up the fabric of his shirt around his wrists. It was hard to tell if he was being serious at all as he spoke, but then .. it was hard to tell whether she was or not, either.

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jbelmont
2009-12-06 01:14 am UTC (link)

Jillian sucked in a sharp bit of air and clenched her teeth as if she were experiencing some sort of severe and sudden stomach pain. However, her recovery was far too swift to allow time for alarm. " No, no. That's how the steps were back in the day. Back in your day. You know before there were cars and electricity. " The corners of her mouth pulled back revealing perfectly straightened teeth untouched by braces as she grinned. Pointing out the age difference probably wasn't helping her case much. Especially since Asher seemed to be hung up on it whereas to her it made no difference whatsoever. Never once in her childhood and later on teenage fantasies involving their eventual marriage and happily ever after had it ever even come up. " Nowadays, everything is very fast paced. No steps required. Honest."

Reaching both of her hands out she curled her fingers around either of his wrists, tugging them with intentions of pulling them from his pockets. " You could take me on a date still though. Only, people don't really call them `dates` anymore either. It'll just be hanging out. " She gave a quick lift of her shoulders as she shrugged. She kept her eyes fixed on his, unsure in their current lighting what color they actually were. " Do you really want to kiss me Asher? Or are you drunk? " Surely, his little performance couldn't have been done entirely sober but he didn't seem flat out wasted. " It doesn't matter really. I'm totally the type of person that would advantage, either way. " She gave a slightly lopsided smirk.

" I have really good breath. " The ridiculousness of the moment was not beyond her and she laughed at herself a little. " I don't have herpes. Or mono. Or swine flu. Or .. crabs of the mouth. Or ... cavities. I don't even have cavities. I'm a great kisser. I've even got references. Like, the entire football team at FSU could vouch for me. " Joking about an embellished promiscuous college affair with multiple partners was probably just as productive to the cause as pointing out that he was older than her -- but it was Jillian and that was just her way. A sense of humor was always the automatic go to when embarking on any situation that made her a little nervous. She bit the corner of her lower lip and looked at his.

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