"Creamy?" That innuendo goes straight over the rogue's head. She's a little behind on a lot of things related to sex.

"I-I... well..." She pauses, blushing as she looks down at her ginger ale and turns it in her hands nervously again. "I didn't pick something that would be good for a duet. And I need to do something other than just sit here." She'll keep drinking if she doesn't because those... drinks until she really regrets it tomorrow. Or even later tonight, if she goes too hard.

"Signing up is easy, right?" she asks, getting to her feet suddenly. "I'm going to go get in line." Setting down her drink, Amelia rushes over to the bar and signs up for a song before anyone but her can see the title. There's one other song after the current one before she's up, which gives her a chance to catch her breath before she attempts to sing.