Amelia Royer (Ronsam) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rogueinladysclothing) wrote2018-02-18 06:58 pm
rogueinladysclothing) wrote2018-02-18 06:58 pm
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Lovesick fools often do foolish things [Tagging Majima and Harley]
For all the things Amelia was bad at in her life, one thing she could count on was a sense of something not being right. And the current situation with Harley? It had definitely reached that point.
Everything that had followed their Valentine's evening in together didn't make sense. Amelia had sent several text messages to Harley to see how she was doing and to ask if she might see her over the days that followed. Most of the time, she received nothing but silence in response. After a while, though, she got text messages of random words or letters, and the occasional video of a darkness with sniffing and whining sounds that reminded her very much of a dog.
Amelia's been on such a high lately from all of the wonderful things she's been feeling with Harley that this sudden drop off after promises of wanting her around set off the rogue's anxiety. Did she do something wrong? Was it awkward for her to leave at the end of their night in, instead of crashing at Harley's place? She'd had an appointment the following morning that she needed to keep, so going back to the inn had made sense. Was it wrong of her to want that kind of space? Did Harley want something more for her?
Was she doing everything wrong?
The last straw in trying to decide what to do next came in the form of a video message that sounded like the dog answering Harley's phone was chewing on it. It was time to see if the only other person who was as involved with Harley as her knew what was happening. Unfortunately for the rogue, Majima knew as little as she did. Rather than try to work it out with him, she asked him to meet her at Harley's place, to see if they couldn't get the other woman to open the door and let them in.
When Majima finally arrives at the door to Harley's apartment, Amelia's wearing a hole in the floor with her pacing. She turns to him the second he steps through the portal, her hands clenching into loose fists at her sides so she doesn't pick at the embroidery on her fine clothes.
"She won't answer the door. I've called and knocked dozens of times. What do we do?"
Everything that had followed their Valentine's evening in together didn't make sense. Amelia had sent several text messages to Harley to see how she was doing and to ask if she might see her over the days that followed. Most of the time, she received nothing but silence in response. After a while, though, she got text messages of random words or letters, and the occasional video of a darkness with sniffing and whining sounds that reminded her very much of a dog.
Amelia's been on such a high lately from all of the wonderful things she's been feeling with Harley that this sudden drop off after promises of wanting her around set off the rogue's anxiety. Did she do something wrong? Was it awkward for her to leave at the end of their night in, instead of crashing at Harley's place? She'd had an appointment the following morning that she needed to keep, so going back to the inn had made sense. Was it wrong of her to want that kind of space? Did Harley want something more for her?
Was she doing everything wrong?
The last straw in trying to decide what to do next came in the form of a video message that sounded like the dog answering Harley's phone was chewing on it. It was time to see if the only other person who was as involved with Harley as her knew what was happening. Unfortunately for the rogue, Majima knew as little as she did. Rather than try to work it out with him, she asked him to meet her at Harley's place, to see if they couldn't get the other woman to open the door and let them in.
When Majima finally arrives at the door to Harley's apartment, Amelia's wearing a hole in the floor with her pacing. She turns to him the second he steps through the portal, her hands clenching into loose fists at her sides so she doesn't pick at the embroidery on her fine clothes.
"She won't answer the door. I've called and knocked dozens of times. What do we do?"
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It's not like she's going to admit that this terrifies her, of course.
While Harley and Majima head up to the stage to wait for their turn to sing, Amelia settles into a seat near the front, convincing someone to give up their good table with a few sweet words and a few refills of their drink. She watches Harley's number with rapt attention, not completely understanding the references in places, but enjoying it all nonetheless. Amelia's always enjoyed seeing the other woman dance when she's having as much as she is now.
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When the song ends and Harley's applause dies down, he steps up to the stage and gives her a passing peck on the cheek. See? Singing makes everything better. Well, not that there was any doubt.
Majima sets his drink down on a stool and takes the mic as the intro to his song kicks in. He's already doing his best to replicate Pete Burns' completely ridiculous dance moves even before the lyrics kick in. While his singing voice is by no means the strongest and his English is thickly accented, he makes up for it with vocal range and charismatic enthusiasm. Every time the chorus repeats, he gives an encouraging wave of his hand, inviting the other bar patrons to chime in.
Between his lengthy confinement and boring civilian drudgery, this is a facet of Majima that's been bottled up for the past few years. It shows in how ready he is to let go. Is he making a fool of himself? Maybe, but he clearly could care less.
By the time the song is through, he has a light sheen of sweat on his face. He knocks back the rest of his drink in one go, then gives a theatrical bow before leaving the stage.
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And it makes her feel a little more connected to him. Strengthening the attraction she has for him.
When he leaves the stage, she congratulates him with a passionate kiss.
"This was a great idea."
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When the next performer - a stout green skinned man with flaming orange hair and an operatic voice - takes the stage, Amelia waves Harley and Majima over, motioning to the empty seats at the table she's claimed. "You were both wonderful," she says with a bright smile as they sit down. "I hadn't heard either of those songs, but I very much enjoyed both of them. The performers may have biased me a little, of course." She winks at the two of them then flags down the bartender from her seat, nodding for a refill of everyone's drink.
"So, what else are you two singing tonight? Anything I might have heard of?"
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He slouches into a seat at Amelia's table, letting out a long, contented sigh. That felt good. His cigarette makes a reflexive comeback and he's about to light up when a very large hand clamps down on his shoulder. Looking up, a minotaur bouncer firmly shakes his head and points to a no smoking sign.
"What kinda bar doesn't allow smokin'?" Majima grumbles as he pockets the cigarette again. He'll have to pop outside sometime to get his fix.
"We'll see. I gotta represent and do a Japanese tune at least once," he says over the green-skinned man's commanding voice. "Oi, Amelia-chan. If you were gonna get up there, what song would ya pick?"
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"You should get up there Amelia."
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When their next round of drinks arrives, she thanks the server and turns her fresh glass of ginger ale around in her hands a few times. "I'd love to see the two of you do a duet, though. It sounds like it would be fun."
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Majima downs his second drink of the evening as he waits for the green guy to finish up. After seeing how Amelia's doubled down on her "no karaoke" stance, he relents on pestering her more.
When it's their turn to take the stage again, he stands and offers a hand to Harley. "Nobody puts baby in a corner. C'mon!"
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Harley gives Majima a wicked little grin. "You are my Swayze, babe."
And when he holds out his hand, and offers that famous line, she gives a laugh. And joins him up on the stage.
The song is another opportunity for Harley to just let go, and relax completely in Majima's touch. In his embrace. And just have fun, singing and dancing to the song.
And sure, people might have given Majima nasty looks when he bumped them ahead in the line... but soon enough they are standing and clapping, along with the song. Harley is truly enjoying herself in this song. This moment.
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And their performance doesn't fail to entertain. Everyone in the little bar is up on their feet, cheering and singing along, some of them breaking into dance moves from the famous movie. The rogue can't help but smile as she watches her companions up on stage, and feel very glad that Harley's loosening up the way she is. Amelia had been so worried that Harley would continue holding onto all of her hurt and sadness; Seeing the other woman let go alongside Majima is a treat, especially compared to the state Harley was in when they found her.
Despite many people being upset by Majima cutting the line for his and Harley's latest number, they still have plenty of admirers. Three sets of drink refills show up at their table while the pair are on stage, as well as many, many shots for all three of them. Amelia's more than a little overwhelmed by all of these, but does her best to find space on the table for all of them. It's a little rough, but she'll make do - and drink one of those ones with whipped cream on top when there's accidentally four instead of three. It's surprisingly sweet, and she doesn't even realize there's alcohol in it. Alcoholic drinks can't be all bad if they can taste like this.
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As the song fades out, he unceremoniously drops the mic with a feedback-filled thud and draws his partner in tight for a kiss. This garners a few wolf whistles and at least one "Get a room!"
He holds her hand and leads her off the stage and back to the shot-filled table. He immediately laughs at the sight. "Damn, Amelia-chan. Ya gettin' real generous with those drinks. Makes me think ya wanna see us all sauced up or somethin'."
He immediately knocks back one of the red ones with a sharp hiss. Nice and strong.
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And she pinches Majima's behind before they leave the stage.
The amount of shots filling the table surprises Harley too. "Look at all of them! Honey... I think you have some admirers."
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"Here." She hands one to Majima and one to Harley, then picks up the last one for herself. "A toast to a good night out," she says, raising her little glass out. "And to the first of many such nights with the best companions a rogue could ask for." Smirk pulling a little wider, she taps her glass against the others' and then throws back the whole thing with a satisfied hum. Yes, this is a very acceptable alcoholic drink to her, because it must not have much in it if she can't taste it, right?
"Dreams, I don't know what's in this, but it's delicious." Amelia's going to pick up one of the blue one, smell it, and then trade it out for the other variety topped with whipped cream. No way she's drinking one she can smell the alcohol in. "I might have to get us a few more rounds of these when we're done with what we have. I've never had something quite like this before." And down goes shot number three!
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He takes the offered shot and raises it in cheers with a "Kanpai!" before he tips it back. As entertaining as it might be to see the rogue tipsy, he has enough wherewithal to pat her shoulder and blurt, "Oi, oi. Pace yerself, or yer gonna be drunk as a skunk."
Whatever's in those shots is already hitting him like a truck, so he can't imagine what it's doing to Amelia.
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"Oh those..." Harley picks one up. She licks the whipped cream off it, then drinks the entire shot. "Are Blowjobs and Orgasms."
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But she almost chokes as she hears the names of the things she's been drinking. There's some sputtering and coughing as she catches her breath, her face, ears, and neck all turning bright red instantly.
"Th-they're called what?" She doesn't want to believe it, and so she clumsily (wait, why is she so clumsy all of a sudden?) reaches out to the nearest server and asks about their shots. The blue haired young man confirms that Harley was correct about the names and that Majima was correct about all of them being filled with a lot of alcohol. Amelia thanks him and then turns back to her companions with a flustered look on her face.
She's, ah, going to drink one of those things with lemons in it and then hide in her ginger ale for a minute. "...I think singing would be a lot less embarrassing than ordering another round of those," she says with a nervous laugh.
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He's never heard those drink names before, but they tickle his drunken, juvenile sense of humor. "HAH! They're aptly named, what with bein' all creamy."
There's a finger being wagged in the rogue's direction. "Ya finally comin' around, Amelia-chan? I told ya, karaoke mixes great with drinks."
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"If you want company Amelia, I will go up with you." Because she doesn't want Amelia to feel pressured or embarrassed. Tonight is about having fun.
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"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.
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He has future hangovers in mind, too, and catches that same blue-haired waiter to make sure some waters appear on the table. Majima has work tomorrow, thank you very much.
"Glad to see ya feelin' better," he mumbles to Harley, giving her a kiss on the temple. "Ya gonna go up there and give Amelia-chan some moral support?"
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"Good idea, sweetheart." Harley kisses him. Then stands, to head closer to the stage, where she can be within sight if Amelia needs her.
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After a
fakequick apology to the man, the rogue reaches out to Harley to take her hands when she's close enough. "This is exciting," she says, a little breathless as her heart starts racing. The last singer before her is finishing up soon... "And terrifying. Dreams, I've never done anything like this before and I hope you won't read too much into what I sing but I'm so--"An abrupt end to the last singer's performance has Amelia breaking off her thought as the man walks over and shoves the mic into her hands. Judging by the way he's storming off, he wasn't too happy with the heckling he got for singing Fat Bottomed Girls to the bird-man sitting at the edge of the stage. She takes the mic and presses a kiss to Harley's cheek before pulling away. "Wish me luck."
For the sake of her own nervousness, she'd chosen a song she knew all the words to. Her voice is good, if untrained and marred by her nervousness about doing this. But Amelia stands up on the stage and sings her heart out, closing her eyes and swaying with the music as she sings. By the end of the song, she's really getting into it, her voice becoming all the more confident as the audience cheers and whistles at her.
When it's over, the rogue takes an awkward bow and passes the mic onto a fairy-like creature to start her number. Amelia rushes back to Harley and throws her arms around her in a tight hug. "I did it! Dreams, I actually did it!"
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When the song ends, he stands and gives a long whistle and hearty applause. When she makes her way back to the table, he's ready with a, "Pfft, see? Ain't so bad, huh? Look, someone even gave you a couple more Blow Jobs!"
Someone must have noticed her enjoyment of the scandalous shots, because another couple have appeared on the table (along with Majima's requested waters, thank god.)
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She grins at the sight of the scandalous shots lined up at the table. It is nice to see how much the audience has appreciated her girl and her man.
Harley lets Amelia sit down, before giving her another kiss.
And then she moves over to Majima to give him another kiss.
With a smile at both of them, Harley goes back to the karaoke cue to line up another song. She doesn't even need to pay to get ahead in line, since that tentacled-singer signals her over to him. With a Cheshire Grin of her own, she takes the opportunity to cut in front of him. And puts up with his flirting, smiling back at him. Until he tries to touch her, and then he is down on the floor with a quick flurry of moves from Harley. And she just looks innocent... telling the others in the line that the man must have had too much to drink.
Finally, when it is her turn to sing, Harley performs a simple, straight-to-the-point melody that truly describes her current emotions state.
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...just to drop it again at the sight of the shots and Majima's comment about them. Dreams, she may never drink again after all of this.
"I, ah, think I'll just have the water for now?" She can have another one after she's a little more in control - which certainly isn't after another kiss from Harley. Those are making her head spin (in the absolute best of ways) even more than the drinks are.
She settles back into her seat as Harley heads over to the bar to sign up for another song, watching her closely as she talks with the man who was heckling her. Her grip on her water glass tightens and she's about to growl when he touches Harley, when the other woman takes swift care of the situation herself. Amelia's eyes widen and then she grins around a bright laugh as she turns to Majima. "That's our girl," she notes, her pride showing through more than it normally would thanks to the liquor. "Bringing out the violence and sweet words all in a single breath." Looks like she got to 'bust heads' tonight anyway!
But that song... There's a lot going on there. Amelia looks over at Majima, grin still on her face, one eyebrow quirked in question, then leans over to whisper over the sounds of the club. "Am I reading into this too much, or should we be taking her home now? For more time with just us, I mean."
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