Lieutenant JG Amelia Semara - We're Goin' Up, Up, Up, It's Our Moment

[Max]

(( Miss Kitty's Karaoke Club, The Indulgence of Chocolate-Coated Jama’haron ))

Amelia was dressed preposterously (oO Preposterously hot that is! Oo), and moving her body even more ridiculously.  Better yet, she was letting loose in this abstract artist's brightly-colored fever dream of a karaoke club with her friend.  What more could a girl ask for?

Ohnari: ::laughing:: What exactly are we supposed to be doing? 

A. Dewitt: :shouting above the music: I think we follow the prompts :indicating Amelia: Or just copy little Miss Hotty here!

By now, she was already picking up some of the apparently 'official' dance moves, doing a weird little trot with her wrists crossed.  There was also a fun yee-haw lasso motion she could really put her shoulders into.  Oh, horses!  She got it now... maybe?  Some of the moves other patrons were doing were even more confusing.  Who cared?  The thumping bass was perfect for letting loose.

That, and it was the perfect opportunity to mock out lassoing Ayemet and dragging her onto the floor, singing along as the song repeated the only two words she could actually make out.

Semara: :: Making a face to Ayemet. :: Ayyyy, Sexyy Laad-ay...

The woman pretended to struggle, then fell into her arms.  The sinuous pair-dance they wriggled through had absolutely nothing to do with Betazoid courtly dances, and it certainly drew in some eyes.  So much the better.

A. Dewitt:  You know it Ames! :winking at Amelia:

Ohnari: ::shouting:: Is that what the line is? 

Amelia just wiggled her eyebrows in response, giggling as ticklish, iridescent bubbles of emotion popped into fizzy bursts of sparkles on her empathic senses.  Nothing but the three of them against each other and the music thumping in their lungs.  A freedom and feeling like none other sent them screaming like schoolgirls as the song ended.

Talia was already rushing for the song selection next to the stage.  Did any of them actually know of the songs?  Did any of them actually care?

Absolutely not.

Ohnari: Ooh! This one has three singing parts!! ::her finger slammed onto the select:: Amelia, take the lead. ::winking playfully:: You are certainly dressed for it. 

A.Dewitt: Yeah Ames show us how to do it : beat: the song I mean.

Semara: :: A purring, slightly saucier southern accent. :: Oh! I would be only too happy to oblige the lady.

Ohnari: Wait!

Amelia stopped in her tracks to watch hike up Ayemet's skirt up, up, up until the thigh holster was proudly glinting in technicolor, then fluffed the woman's hair.  Talia's wardrobe received the same treatment, raising the ante of boldness with her own outfit.  Maybe it was the manner in which Amelia left her room before this, but she'd be lying if the modified looks didn't do a little something for everyone.  She laughed, whistling and "ow-ow"ing inappropriately in the way only a friend can when encouraging another friend into potentially bad decisions.

Ohnari: ::steadying herself:: Ok, pefect! Now we're ready.

A.Dewitt: We’re almost as hot as Ames now! Woo hoo!

Semara: :: A little grin :: ...Almost?

A Bolian approached with a bottle.  Apparently, going up on stage came with liquid encouragement.  It made sense, she supposed, given what fools they were, banded together in a gaggle like they were.

A.Dewitt: Your lubrication m’lady. 

Semara: :: Toasting. :: Thank you kindly, your excellency. :: A giggling curtsy. ::

Ohnari: Response

Bolian Waiter: Madam! You can’t just take a bot..:

Amelia was already about to take care of everything with the Bolian waiter who was protesting, but it seemed Ayemet had a different plan in mind.  There wasn't even a chance to clear her throat of the bubbles tickling her throat.

A.Dewitt: :interrupting: Oh just charge it to Lieutenant Commander Connor Dewitt. He’s paying for everything this evening

Eyebrows furrowed momentarily, she wondered if that was really the best idea?  Amelia shot Talia a questioning look, knowing that the two were closer than she, and uncertain if it would be appropriate to offer to take care of the drinks after an instruction like that.

Ohnari: Response

The waiter's finger hovered over the padd between each dragging search over some data until they finally found something satisfactory and plastered on customer service smile number seventy-two to placate the trio.

Bolian Waiter: That’s all paid for. Enjoy your evening ladies. 

A.Dewitt: Thank you sooo much!!

Then again, were they really there to make good decisions?  Absolutely not.  Besides, a little alcohol was the least Connor could contribute to the evening.

The stage lit up, beckoning in slow-motion with all the razzle-dazzle gold and glitter of some puckish sentient's vision of a Jama'haron-filled afterlife.

Semara: :: Tugging at the first arm she can find :: Come on!  It's time to sing!

Ohnari: Response

Up there, up on the stage, as the music started, it was one perfect moment.  Amelia started to sing her heart out, wiggling her hips and tossing her hair without a care for anything in the world other than being close to Ayemet and Talia.

That otherworldly harmony of feeling suffused her right along with the (probably drunken) harmony of their voices, vibrating inside of her as she grinned at each of them.  With the liquor coursing through her, and the translator doing its magic, she wasn't even totally sure what she was singing half the time.  All that mattered was the way all the vibrant color and movement started to blend together as the bottle they were sharing started to make all the music and motion and emotion bleed together into one big happy, fuzzy blob of content, glowing togetherness....

Tag / End!

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Lieutenant Junior Grade Amelia Magnolia Semara

Science Officer - Special Projects

USS Khitomer - NCC-62400

A239710MA0