Makoto’s attention is split between the lyrics scrolling across the screen and Mordred’s ability to drain a mug of beer in less than ten seconds. It’s very impressive, especially for a girl her size.
“C’mon, don’t let me distract you!” she says, slamming the mug back on the table. There’s a couple things Makoto wants to say, maybe to tease Mordred a bit or perhaps a simple thank you. Instead, she does as suggested and looks back to the screen.
“Have you seen her all in gold? Like a queen in days of old. She shoots colors all around, like a sunset going down, have you seen a lady fairer?”
The songs are almost all unfamiliar to Makoto, so she stumbles with the tune here and there, but everyone knows the point of karaoke isn’t to be accurate, just to have a good time. It’s kind of a shame Mordred was the only one who could come with her tonight, though.
With an approving nod, Mordred claps as the song comes to an end. “Not bad, not bad! You have a pretty good singing voice, you know?”
“Thank you, thank you,” says Makoto, taking a short bow. “I have a variety of talents, as you’ve no doubt noticed.”
“Yeah, and so modest too.” With a grin, Mordred snatches the microphone from Makoto, waving her to sit back down. Their music tastes seem to run pretty similar, so Makoto usually ends up singing along with Mordred’s songs regardless of whether or not it’s a duet, though the girl in red is much louder.
“And I was shaking at the knees! Could I come again please? Yeah them ladies were too kind! You’ve been- Thunderstruck!”
And there’s a knock at the door, and more drinks and snacks are delivered, and by her next song Makoto is standing on the table as she shouts the lyrics.
“Remember you are blazing! Still your heart is blazing! If the words made you, I don’t need a new world order! You! Soon you will knooooww! We already know the smell of the game!”
And two songs later, both girls are on the table with their first duet of the night, even though both of them end up doing all the lyrics.
“Ooh-hoo, nobody knows it, nobody knows! Right from the start, I gave you my heart! Oh oh, I gave you my heart! So don’t go breaking my heart! I won’t go breaking your heart! Don’t go breaking my heart!”
As Makoto stumbles off the table at the end of the song, the phone rings, and she manages to answer it with mostly unslurred words. It’s a warning that they’ve only got fifteen minutes left, and as Makoto turns to ask Mordred if she wants an extension, the girl leaps from the table and immediately starts chugging another beer.
Blinking a few times as she catches herself staring, Makoto turns back to the phone. “We’ll take another hour.”
With the room secured for more time, Makoto tosses the other girl a microphone. “Hey Mordred, have you ever heard of a musical called Spamalot? I think you would really enjoy it!”
