[ sing ] for kyle to sing to america // @brxghtestday
Not all universes had karaoke bars. It was one of those weirdly specific things that existed only sparingly across the multiverse, like monarch butterflies and a guinea pig/ferret cross-species. America had always been fascinated by them, by everything that existed in one place and not another. When she was a child, she’d wondered if it meant there was hope that somewhere out there, another version of her mothers was around, despite what everyone in her home dimension thought. As an adult, she was certain that that wasn’t the case... but that fascination remained.
That was why she sat in a karaoke bar now, nursing a drink that didn’t have much of an effect on her enhanced metabolism and watching the performers line up with a faint smile on her face. The man performing now was clearly having the time of his life, and America couldn’t help but laugh as he made his way across the floor to her. “Chico, you are barking up so many wrong trees right now,” she teased as he came closer, rolling her eyes with a grin. “Good performance, though.”