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Admittedly, Penn hadn't really wanted to do this karaoke thing but he'd always had a hard time turning Mandie down when she asked him to do something. Besides, if everybody else was going to be there making fools of themselves, he really didn't see a problem with it. Plus, Penn had a rather outgoing sort of personality. He liked to show off and, oddly enough, he actually could sing even if he told everybody that he couldn't. So when he climbed up on stage that first time with Dani to sing 'No Air,' he was sure he took a couple of people by surprise. What?! The boy had a good voice. His best friend definitely had the better vocals but, whatever, he could do some karaoke like a champ! After belting it out with Belmont, he took a breather for awhile and sat back to watch the others do their thing.

He took a seat at the bar, relaxing on one of the stools with his sneaker covered feet pushed against the bottom rung. He was dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans that were torn at the knee and the back pocket along with some old team jersey shirt that was hidden beneath an over-sized black hooded sweatshirt. He'd had his head shaved the day before so it was real short again, no longer that mess of blonde to grab hold of. And yet, he'd opted to keep the bit of facial fuzz that tried to pass for a goatie. He ordered up a Guinness as he sat and probably went through two or three before it was his turn to get back on stage. At some point, he'd noticed Chase wander in. Whether she came with her siblings, he didn't know. But he offered her a nod and raised his bottle to her before setting it on the bartop and getting off his stool.

In moments, he was back on stage with the mic in hand, clearing his throat and letting the corner of his mouth curl up in a smirk. As the music began to play, he began to move with it. His right shoulder bounced up before he rolled his head to the right and let the left bounce up instead, his hips moving slightly as he moved to the beat. "Ooh, dat dress so scandalous and ya know another guy couldn't handle it. See ya shakin' that thang like who's da ish, with a look in ya eye so devilish. Uh .. ya like to dance at all the hip hop spots and ya cruise to the crews like connect da dots. Not just urban, she likes the pop cuz she was livin' la vida loca .." Shifting slightly to the left, he moved his right hand to unzip his hoodie and let it fall open, dancing pretty well to the music even if his rapping left a little to be desired.

"She had dumps like a truck truck truck. Thighs like what what what. Baby move your butt butt butt. All night long, let me see that thooooooong." He was really getting into it and by the time he got to the final chorus, his hoodie was on the floor. Why and how? Who knows. It's safer not to try and explain things that Penn does. As he finished, he took a bow and grabbed his hoodie off the floor before putting the mic back and returning to the bar. "Thank you, thank you!" He said to the obvious cheers and jeers .. more jeers than cheers, I'm sure. But whatever. He had a good time.

Climbing back up on his stool, he snatched up his beer and took a long drag to wet his now seriously dry throat. Leaning forward, he spoke to the bartender who just nodded and continued to dry a glass. "Remind me not to do that ever again." Though, he knew he would. Cheese ball.