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[MIRABELLA]

"Well you're the real tough cookie with the long history! Of breaking little hearts, like the one in me. Before I put another notch in my lipstick case, you better make sure you put me in my place..."

The sounds of cheering and laughter could be heard up and down the street. Patty's Bar & Grill was famous for their Thursday night karaoke tournaments, and the local businesses on either side of the bar new better than to stay open much later than eight. Though Patty didn't mean to cause a ruckus, it couldn't be helped. It's not like there was much else to do around the city after the nine o'clock curfew.

The doors of the bar were open, letting the rumble of singing, jeering, laughing and clapping spill out onto the street. Most of the people who worked on the street or lived in the town were in the bar anyways. Unless they were students, or young enough to be restricted by the curfew of the town. Generally parents didn't bother with the bar on the weekdays, so it left the single people who were just looking for a good time to attend the party. There was drinking, loud music, and the occasional brawl, but mostly it was about having fun while there was fun to be had.

"Hit me with your best shot! Come on, and hit me with your best shot!" Mirabella enjoyed attending karaoke nights for two reasons. The first was because she loved to singed, and it offered a great bit of entertainment to keep her occupied for half of a night. Secondly, she liked to show off her skills in front of a roomful of potential play things. She was a professional singer, she didn't have Whitney Houston's pipes, but she could beat Britney Spears into the ground with her voice and especially her moves. Her dancing mimicked the graceful and rather flexible nature of her catlike qualities. Making her a spectacle to behold as she took center stage.

She wasn't trying to be better than everyone else in the room, she just really enjoyed being the center of attention, and sometimes that meant showing off what she could do in and out of a bedroom. Her eyes flickered over the men and women sitting closer to the little stage she stood on. Her song was almost over and from the disgusted looks on the girl's faces and the enthralled looks on all their boyfriend's, Mira figured she wasn't going to get any action from them tonight.

"Fire away!" She held the last note of the song a little longer than the karaoke machine expected, and ended her time on stage with a deep bow. Whistles, cheering and the sound of clapping reached her ears as she smiled and set the microphone back in it's stand. Mira giggled as she waved and gracefully exited the stage, weaving her way sensuously to the bar counter. Her hands brushed over the backs and shoulders of men and women as she walked by. Her eyes telling anyone who was interested to come seek her out. Breathlessly she fell into a stool by the bar, her heart pounding in her chest as the next song started on stage.

"Hey! Baby!" She waved down the bartender, reaching over the counter to stick a twenty down the poor man's shirt as she purred her order in his ear. Looking a bit dazed he turned to find the bottle of whiskey she asked for. She watched him in the mirror that hung above the hundreds of bottles of beer, wine, and alcohol that lined the back wall, if her tail had been showing she'd be waving it back and forth lightly as she watched him. He found the right bottle, poured a half of a glass and then slid it down the bar to her, feeling safer on the other end of the counter.

Mira pouted as she glanced down at her drink. Things were definitely different here in Brookings. She was used to the bright lights of the city, slinky bars and strip clubs and men and women throwing themselves at her when she showed even the smallest amount of interest in them. But here, in this small town, it was a miracle if someone even realized she was flirting with them. This really isn't my scene. She took a large sip of her whiskey. Her mouth recoiling in a grimace as she swallowed it. Definitely not what I was expecting. She slammed the glass down on the counter, discarding it to the side as she returned her attention to the stage. Her lips curled into a sad smile as she sat there, wishing someone would show her a little bit of interest.

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To say the first place Twitch sought out in his new home was a bar would be an exaggeration. All the same, it wasn't more than a day before he found himself haunting the streets late, looking for a distraction. Lured by the siren's song of laughter and cat calls he found his way to a bar. Brightly lit, doors open, crowded but most people seemed to be in a fine mood. A smile curved his lips. Crowds didn't bother him too much and tonight he felt like company. Slipping inside, he looked around. He stayed stuck to the door frame for a moment, trying to figure out how to thread his way through the crowds of people, eyes only briefly skimming the stage.

He couldn't claim karaoke was his favorite thing. Alright, so normally he thought it was just awful. But the woman on stage was a damn sight better than most and he didn't mind her choice of song. Not his typical fair but this place seemed to swing a little young to appreciate the music his dad had taught him to love. There was some shifting in the crowd as she finished her song and Twitch took the moment of calm in the crowd to push away from the door and make his way towards the bar. When he finally got there it was only to find that the empty stool he'd been aiming for was now occupied by the same singer that had caught his attention earlier. With a one shouldered shrug to himself, he slipped in between her stool and the one next to it (occupied by a couple of men minding their own business). When he tried to get the bartender's attention though, he seemed thoroughly occupied with ignoring their end of the bar. He glanced at the girl on the stool next to him.

"What did you do to scare the guy so bad?" His voice was lifted just loud enough to be heard over the next round of karaoke starting. He leaned comfortably on the bar with one elbow, relatively relaxed even in the high energy atmosphere. The question was almost playful, more because she didn't seem to be engaged with anyone else at the moment and he had nothing better to do.

He was dressed casually, in threadbare jeans so faded they were more gray than blue, a hole torn open in one knee. A thin, long sleeved shirt covered his torso and continued the gray theme, though it may have been black once upon a time. The sleeves were pushed up his forearms, his only allowance to the heat generated by so many bodies packed into one space. A few thin scars laced the pale, exposed skin. Above the crew neck of his shirt a thin chain showed, and the shirt was too thin to really hide the shape of the tags underneath. His left hand tucked deep into his pocket, casually hiding the tremble that never fully left him.

MIRABELLA

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Mira swirled her glass around in circles, her eyes watching the small amount of whiskey still left cling to the sides of the glass and slowly move to catch up to with the larger portion. Pouting, Mira set the glass back on the counter and started tapping her fingers in tune to the song currently being butchered by a tiny girl in jeans and a leather jacket. Her laughter filled the mic more than words did, and what she did manage to sing was off key and soft. After a moment she realized that there was someone new sitting next to her, and that he seemed to be speaking to her.

What did you do to scare the guy so bad?

Mira glanced away from the stage and took in the sight of the gentleman sitting to her right. Her eyes were open wide in general curiosity, a small smile tugging at her lips as she cocked her head to the side. He wasn't terribly bad looking, his clothes seemed a bit worse for wear, scars brushed along his arms, but Mira rarely cared what people looked like. She crossed her legs, offering the man a nice view of tan, smooth skin and rested her arm on the counter.

"Nothing, really." She purred, her eyes glittered with mischief as she continued to stare at the stranger. "I guess I'm just a little too much to handle." She laughed softly. Brookings was far different a place then she had ever been. Mira liked the bright lights and night life of large cities. Places where she could find a new squeeze every night and never worry that she might run into the same person twice.

She liked her playthings, but only when she wanted them to be around. Here, everyone knew everyone, and it was hard to seduce someone and not expect to be brushed off by others when she tried again the next night. Why had she come here again? She couldn't remember anymore, she'd only been here a few weeks and most of that time was spent sleeping and trying to drink herself into more sleep. The most excitement she got was from singing on the stage, it wasn't what she was used to, but she liked it.

Her attention went back to the gentleman besides her again. Her assumptions were he was just the same as all the rest. Judgmental, and unwilling to leave their little bubbles and just let themselves have fun.

"What's your name, dragă?" Her accent had longed since faded away, but the words of her people still stayed with her. She wouldn't cast him off just yet, he had a interesting air about him, and she couldn't quite place his scent. He was new to Brookings like she was, and maybe this wouldn't turn into anything more than some polite conversation. But even that was better then sitting at the bar alone and pouting.

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His eyes flicked over her briefly as she moved, holding nothing more than curiosity. His gaze again came up to hers, smile turned almost wry. Though he'd been out of the dating game for years, he'd done his fair share of hunting when he was younger. He knew that look in her eye. Too bad he wasn't the prey she was looking for. His laughter in response was genuine, one eyebrow raising slightly.

"Somehow, I bet you're more than a lot of people can handle." The bartender had finally edged close enough for Twitch to get his attention and he ordered a beer- whatever they had in a bottle. His eyes tracked the bartender's movements even while he listened to his new companion speak, watching as he produced the drink and popped off the top. He took the drink, paid, and turned his back on the bar. His right hand curled around the cold glass bottle, both his elbows propped back on the bar top.

"Twitch." He offers his name up like it's common- it's the only name he likes to answer to anymore. "And you? What's draga?" The questions come quickly even as he's moving his drink to his other hand and offering the right to her in greeting. The words rolls off, butchered and he knows it. His grin is apologetic but not for his curiosity. If anything his interest is now more wholly on her because no longer is she just some stranger in a bar. She's interesting and he could use that right now. He brings the bottle to his lips and sips, barely noticing the taste. It's more of a place holder than anything else. He's in a bar, he should have a drink in his hand. So, he does.

He rolls the word over in his head, trying to guess more about her from that one tiny clue. Never a linguist, it means nothing to him. He only knows it's sounds foreign but her voice is otherwise perfectly un-accented. From that he let his mind wander a couple of possible trails. She used the language to sound interesting but didn't really speak it. He doubted that one. Her parents were immigrants, so she grew up bilingual. She immigrated here herself many years ago and time and practice had done the job. He figured the last two were equally likely but held his tongue to keep from barraging her further. He rather hoped she would offer a little more of herself, so he would have more pieces for the puzzle.

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[MIRABELLA]

Twitch.

It was an odd name for someone to go by. Mira's eyes flashed in the strobe lights that signaled another singer was stepping onto the stage. She was very familiar with the use of nicknames, they were very handy when you needed or wanted to hide something. Or someone. Her fingers curled around her glass of whiskey as she lifted it's weight to her lips. Disappointment crossed her features at the lack of alcohol contained in the glass.

Setting the glass down she reached for the bottle the bartender had left in her reach and poured a healthy amount. "Dragă means darling, it's a Romani word. Gypsy speak." She offered him a wink before downing the entire glass. She set it back on the counter and stretched her arms over her head. Her fingers intertwining as her hands came together. Her torso twisted in a way that would probably be painful for a normal person, but the cat inside her purred as unused muscles stretched.

"It's a Old World language, not many speak it. The dialect is more closely related to Romanian. Where my family originally comes from." She re-positioned herself on the stool, her hand reaching again for the bottle. She poured another healthy portion into the glass, but this time inched it along the bar towards Twitch.

"My name is Mirabella, Mira if you'd like." She returned her hand to the bottle and simply raised it towards him, tipping the top away from her and chanting, "Bea până la fund!" She drank straight from the bottle, two giant gulps before setting it back on the bar. "That means, drink up!"

She waited for him to either drink or reject her glass before speaking again. "So tell me, Twitch," she said his name with a purr, a smile forming on her lips again, "what are you doing in this boring town?"

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Another small sip cools his throat. His eyes drift over the bar, then back to Mira. It's not the sort of paranoid look but rather curious, the measured glance of someone who enjoys people watching and has managed to make something of an art of looking around without actually appearing too interested in any one given thing. He doesn't feign disinterest when she speaks again though, returning his full attention to his present company. He's glad that she's been so willing to make conversation. Sometimes he got tired of the company of his own thoughts. He watches her twist, not entirely noticing the unnaturalness of it. To him it simply looks like a sinuous young woman. He does notice the looks that she draws from many of the men (and some women) nearby.

"Well, I guess I'm lucky then. Not every day you meet a true gypsy in this kind of place." Twitch grins. The bottle in his left hand trembles, jerks, but he doesn't pay it any mind. Tonight is a good night, and even his body isn't acting up as much as it could. He brings the bottle to his lips again a she slides the whiskey towards him, eyeing it hesitantly with a wry half-smirk. He doesn't touch it, drinking from his own bottle when she chugs the whiskey. He chuckles and his right elbow leaves the bar so he can lightly tap the beer bottle. "Sorry, I don't drink anything stronger."

Some things just don't mix well with alcohol.

"Got a job." He answers her question with a shrug, glancing at the stage as someone else begins to catterwaul. "I'm teaching philosophy at the academy here. What about you? You seem like more of a big city girl to me."

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[MIRABELLA]

Mira felt relaxed talking with Twitch. He didn't eye her like the other men in the bar did, and he didn't look at her with disdain like some of the women did. He just saw her as what she was. A person. Which also meant that he wasn't interested in bedding her either. The jerk of his hand moved the bottle he held enough for it to reflect a strobe light. A flash of white and yellow crossed Mira's path and she stared transfixed.

It was subtle, the shaking of his arm. She hadn't noticed it before, he had done a good job of hiding it. He probably had years of practice hiding it from people, and if Mira had been a normal girl she probably wouldn't have noticed it at all.

A small smile lit her lips when he rejected her drink, with a shrug she grabbed the glass and brought it to her lips, downing the extra large shot in a single gulp. "Sometimes the stronger stuff," Mira lifted the empty glass towards him, "makes you stronger." She winked at him, her arm resting on the bar top as another strobe light flashes and catches her attention.

I'm teaching philosophy at the academy here.

Ah, a brainiac. Mira chuckles, she had never been one for school. In fact she had never stepped inside the walls of one until she was well past her hundreth birthday. Back when her name was Mirabella Červeňák, when she had an identity, a family. Her thoughts turned dark for a moment and Mira again reached for the bottle to soother herself.

"I travel a lot." Mira set the bottle down after pouring another shot. The glass sat before her on the counter, her arm curled around it, allowing Mira to lean over the bar and rest her head on her hand. "I sing. I dance. I party. Then I move on to the next town." She flashed him a grin, "it's a life, I suppose." She didn't like to stay in one place for too long. Once people start noticing you, it's hard to hide.

"How do you like the Academy? I've heard some interesting things about it."

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"They also say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger," he shot back, voice dry. He tipped back the rest of the beer (more quickly than he would normally have) and signaled the bartender for another. He turns his back on the bar again to watch the man behind the counter, and to change positions a bit. "Which is horseshit."

The harsh words leave his mouth with no more or less venom than anything else, tone still light. He takes the open bottle with a nod of thanks, rolling the cool glass between his hands but not drinking yet. He glances at her, watching the animation of her face. He thinks he sees something familiar in her eyes when she reaches for the whiskey bottle, a sympathetic darkness. Then it's gone and she's talking about travelling.

"I'm not cut out for the nomad life." He chuckles and shakes his head. "You've got a good voice- I caught the tail end of your performance when I came in. It's miles above most of these folks." To him it sounded lonely- not that he could really talk. It didn't matter if he lived in one place for years, like he had when he was going to school. He didn't get close to people. But then, to him places could be company, in a way. Going to a familiar bar was a bit like visiting a familiar friend- one that didn't ask questions or offer answers.

"The Academy?" He shrugs. "It's a far cry from what I'm used to. Plenty of money. Seems like a good place though. I'll have a better feel once the school year actually starts." He shifts sideways to face her, switching the bottle to his right hand. The left falls to slide back into his pocket, arm pressed close alone his side. Her gaze hadn't gone entirely unnoticed and while he's used to it, he knows it makes some people uncomfortable. He tilts his head towards the stage. "Are you going to take another turn? It'd be a nice change of pace."

He may or may not be prompted by the very drunk gentleman trying to screech a poor rendition of "Livin' on a Prayer".

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[MIRABELLA]

Mira was not one to offer advice and words of wisdom to people with issues. A therapists she was not. Her kind of therapy involved whiskey and lots of sex. She wasn't willing to delve into her own issues and worries, and she wasn't going to dive into anyone elses. She debated pouring herself another shot, then thought better of it and tried to flag the bartender down. She wanted something... fruity.

"Not many are, Twitch." She offered him a sly smile. "Most people like being in one place for a long time. I find that become boring once you get to know them. No more secrets to decipher." She smiled wider at his compliment of her singing. She was quite proud of her voice, and while she'd never be able to become a pop star or something close to it, she'd always have small venues and karaoke.

Twitch's description of the school was less than satisfactory. She was hoping to find someone who could give her some juicy gossip about the place. Ah well, she'd find someone with looser lips eventually.

Mira finally flagged the bartender down, pulling another twenty from her pocket to cover the whiskey she was drinking and to pay for a cocktail. She was less seductive this time, only setting the twenty down on the counter instead of down his shirt. He seemed a bit relieved by this and she felt another pout starting. Ugh, so uptight.

She listened to the next singer on the stage, her ear drum screaming in pain at his screeches. She took the Sex on the Beach she ordered greedily from the counter and took a large sip. Hoping the alchohol would help mute the sound. It didn't, but she enjoyed the fruity flavor.

"How about if you get up there and sing something?" She gave him a sly smile. "You look like you could relax a bit more. It's not as scary as it seems, really." She tilted her head towards the crowd in front of the stage. Most of the patrons weren't even looking at the man singing. They were too involved with themselves.

"You could probably do better than me."

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Luckily, Twitch knew where to look for therapy when he needed it. Generally he didn't look to strangers, much less in a bar. So he was quite content to let the moment pass, watching with no small amusement as she tries to get the bartender's attention while he pointedly seemed to ignore her. His head bobs a little, not necessarily in agreement but in acknowledgement of her words. Is time really all it takes to understand all that is secret? He's not sure he believes that.

He uses her distraction and the silence to study her, but when she turned her attention back to him he lets his attention wander to the rowdy crowd. He starts to turn to her to ask something, and then realizes that after he introduced himself she never returned the favor.

"You know, I never got your name-" he chokes a little on the question when she suggests he go up on the stage instead, a hot flush creeping up his neck. He covers with a quick sip of his drink though it's hardly graceful.

"I don't think so, you don't need me hurting anyone's ears. Besides, I bet they don't have anything I know." The excuse is weak but he can't help it. The idea of being up in front of all those eyes (even if they aren't really watching him) makes his stomach turn and twist. It's not the kind of terror and panic that he's become used to. It's good, old-fashioned nerves. Besides, he hasn't sung to anyone since he was a kid singing lullabies to his sister. The only thing he sings to anymore are the walls in his apartment. And usually he just hums.

"And I definitely, definitely couldn't trump you. I don't sing." Not that it wouldn't be nice to have a break from the bad music, but he doubts anyone else would be grateful to have him up there. Not only would he have no idea what he was doing but he didn't even have tits for them to gawk at.

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[MIRABELLA]

Mira takes another sip of her fruity cocktail, her fingers coming to wrap around the straw and twirl it slowly through the ice, enjoying the way they tink against the glass. She takes a moment to watch Twitch, his face turning red when she asked him to go up in her stead. She smiles lazily, knowing that he's not the kind of person to put himself out there. Not many were in this day and age. Mira was an exception to a lot of the rules.

"My name is Mirabella, but you can call me Mira, or Bell." She gave him a smirk, she hadn't offered up her name earlier, most people didn't care what it was. They generally called her sweetheart and baby doll. Or the occasional hot stuff and sexy. Her name wasn't important to a lot of people, and she felt a strange feeling in her tummy when he asked for it. Mira ignored it and returned her attention to the lights and music.

"I don't think you're half as bad as you think you are." She's trying to be kind, honestly she doesn't know what he sounds like, and he really could burst an ear bud or too if he sang. She doubted he was half as bad as the last few people who went up, he at least wasn't drunk off his ass. "They also have the words on the machine so you can sing along." She laughed softly, "I'm sure you're not so old that we can't find something you know."

Her own age isn't apparent, but if this had been a 50's themed diner and they played only 50's and 60's music she would still fit right in. Three hundred years worth of the music industry were locked in her head, a curse and yet a wonderful parlor trick. "You don't have to," she added, not wanting him to feel like she was pressuring him.

Mira finished off her drink and pushed the glass aside. Hopping off the stool she offered her hand to Twitch. "We could sing something together, if you want." She has mixed feelings now. Part of her doesn't want to bother having him up there, it's the part of her that enjoys the loneliness she clings to. Another part of her wants him to follow her up, it's a small part that likes Twitch as more than a cat's toy. A part that wants to keep him close just so she has the ability to say she has a friend.

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"Mirabella." He said her name like he was trying it out and deciding he liked it. It was a pretty combination of sounds but it seemed a bit... almost old fashioned for the vivacious young woman who he judged to be about his age. In his head he tried out both nicknames, though he quite liked her full name. He thought Mira suited her a bit more than Bell. There was still a hint of something exotic about it and he thought she deserved that.

When she continued to wheedle him to go up he sort of smiled and looked down at the bar top, twirling the beer bottle on it. The smile proved that despite his earlier protestations his resolve wasn't exactly iron. Truth was, there had been a time when he would have gladly jumped up on the stage (it seemed like ages ago) if only to make a mockery of some song. He'd been a bit of a clown as a teen and though age had given him walls it hadn't killed his sense of humor. But it wasn't until she offered her hand that he actually considered it.

He looked at the extended palm with a mixed look of surprise and ruefulness. He hesitated for longer than he meant to, then took another sip of his beer and pushed it over next to her empty cocktail glass. It was still more than half full. He reached out and took her hand, a soft laugh welling up between his lips. "Only because you asked so nicely."

That wasn't exactly true, but the fact that she invited him to do something with her had weight with Twitch. He would do a lot of things with people that he wouldn't do alone, mostly because he wasn't interested in doing them by himself. He didn't really want to go on stage by himself, but the idea of going up with a newly made... friend? Well, that held temptation. He let her lead, raising his voice just enough to be able to be heard as they moved closer to the stage.

"I don't suppose you know 'She Talks to Angels?" He threw the inquiry out there casually, mostly because it was one of the songs he knew best. It also wasn't too complicated (he didn't think) and unlike a duet he wouldn't have to carry any of it by himself. And it was a damn good song.

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A sincere smile grew across her face as Twitch took her hand. Something within her felt warm and this time she didn't try to shake it off. Mira wasn't used to people like Twitch, and she was actually happy that she happened to meet him tonight. She might be going home alone, but at least she'd have some memory to keep.

She led him towards the stage, careful not to tread on someone's feet or purse, she let his hand go halfway to the stage so they could more easily maneuver around the large crowd. She heard him easily over the noise of the bar and smiled to herself. Not my first choice of song. Mira turned back towards him and nodded. The Black Crowes were a little slow for this crowd, but it's what he wanted, and she was determined for his experience to be a decent one.

She waited for the current singer to finish yodeling the last note of the song and step off the stage before she touched the shoulder of the man up next. She gave him a sensuous smile and trailed her finger down his arm as she winked and waved for Twitch to follow her up onto the stage. Her hand reached for the small computer where you could select your songs and she started typing in the title. "The Black Crowes, right?" She looked back towards him even as she hit the enter button on the keyboard, if it was the wrong song, he'd have to deal with it, she chuckled softy.

Mira moved so she was standing besides Twitch, her hand wrapped around the one microphone. "I'll start." She smiled at him, the intro to the song was starting, and the bar was still making a bit of noise, causing the soft notes to get lost in the crowd. She cleared her throat in the microphone, a glare crossing her eyes as she scanned the crowd. Some quieted down, but others were ignoring her. She took notes on each one.

"She never mentions the word addiction." She turned to look at Twitch, "in certain company. Yes, she'll tell you she's an orphan, after you meet her family." She smiled and handed the mic over to Twitch. "Your turn."

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He slipped through the crowd with the ease of someone with practice being invisible, unnoticed. Unimportant. He felt her hand slip from his as they neared the stage and he felt a little bit of loss for the tiny bit of physical contact. It had been nice. He didn't even bother to hide his sly smile as she flirted with the man next in line, inserting them without fuss ahead of him. He'd seen that work before for other women but damn, Mira had it down to a science. His smile only grew wider and a bit more roguish when he got the ugly glances a few guys were sending his way behind their girlfriends' backs.

He nodded and opened his mouth to reply to her query when the opening notes played and he fell quiet. Oh, he could have listened to her sing this without complaint. Twitch stood next to her, ignoring the crowd, left hand jammed in his pocket the other hanging loose at his side. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, then opened them in time to take the mic from her.

"She paints her eyes as black as night now," his voice lacked the strength of hers but it was a pleasant (if untrained) tenor. He wasn't tone deaf and it was fairly clear he knew the song well. "Pulls those shades down tight. Yeah, she gives a smile when the pain comes, the pain gonna make everything alright."

He had the feeling he was going to remember this night for a long time to come. It was the best time he'd had in years.

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Mira couldn't help but smile as Twitch sang. He was right, he wasn't that great, but he was miles better than the last few people. She swayed her body to the beat of the music, her eyes scanning the crowd and looking for something interesting to dig her claws into. She was happy she had met Twitch, and felt a friendship with him blooming, but she was still Mirabella. And she still didn't want to go home alone tonight. Not with such happy feelings in her heart.

She purred her words along with Twitch for the chorus, her voice overtaking his without her meaning to. She felt empowered up there with him, a sort of confidence raged within her that she didn't usually have. Mira turned herself back towards her singing partner, a smile on her lips as she sang throughout the song with him.

It wasn't often that she shared anything with people. Usually once she started showing her interest in someone there was a quick drink and a near run out the door. With him it was different, better, well she wasn't really sure if it was better or not. She didn't have friends for many reasons. One being that she never stayed in a place long enough for them to really get to know her... Another being she'd outlive them regardless of their gift.

A twinge of sadness started in her chest and her voice caught in her throat. She forced a cough to cover it up and finished the song in a flourish alongside Twitch. The lights above them flashed five times, signalling the end of karaoke night and letting the patrons know that the bar would be closing soon. Mira hadn't even noticed how late it had gotten.

"That was great!" She exclaimed, setting the mic back on the podium besides the computer. She stared out as the crowd started to disperse and smiled over at Twitch. "You're a lot better than you think! Feels good to get out of your comfort zone a little, right?" Although it was probably near three in the morning she was still full of a bursting energy.

Mira went to hug Twitch but thought better of it at the last moment, which resulted in her awkwardly squeezing his arm. "I, uh, had a lot of fun, thank you." She made to move down the stage and make her way over to the bar when she turned around. "Maybe we could do this again next week? I'll pick the song next time." She winked, still staring at Twitch as she hopped down the couple of steps that separated the stage from the floor of the bar.

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