The First, and Maybe Last, AFW Karaoke Night! (Open RP)

Tiffany placed her elbow on the table, head leaning on her hand as she thought about what song Angel could sing. She also began flipping through the song book. Finding a song, she gave a mischievous grin.

"Well...how about this one?" she asked, pointing to a song's title.

'Whenver, Wherever.' by Shakira.

Well, that wasn't so bad.

Feeling markedly more relaxed and glad that her embarrassing little moment was, Carmen retreated back to the sanctity of her seat and enjoyed another drink, gulping it down as Tiffany picked Angel's poison. "Nice. Very nice." She gave a thumbs up at the choice. "Some dancing will be required, though."

She actually was mildly curious to see how well Angel could pull it off. The woman had a sultry voice, even if it wasn't as novel to her as it would be to most others - hearing it in action would be a pleasure.

"Ooooh, The Friction Champion dancing? I gotta see that!"

Ace said, clapping her hands together. It would certainly be entertaining to see Angel shake her hips like Shakira.

Besides, that song was awesomesauce.

(Sorry about the massive delay on this, guys. I got into one of my moods again and haven't felt like posting to anything lately. I won't hold this up again, promise. :X)

Angel laughed at Tiffany's choice of song, shaking her head as she rose up to her feet. "Geez, chica. Predictable choice, isn't it?" She grabbed her glass, taking a moment to drain the drink before turning to the stage. "Don't worry though. I've got this."

She glanced back over her shoulder at the group, taking a moment to look at each of her fellow wrestlers, before turning back to the stage, making her way straight towards it. After taking a moment to confirm her song, the Latina stepped up, taking the microphone and turning back to face the patrons of the bar, a smirky little smile dancing across her face. As the beginning beats of the song began to play, Angel lifted her arms up over her head, slowly starting to sway in time with the music, her eyes closing as she found her time with the music.

Then, when the right moment came, her brought her microphone to her lips, starting to sing the opening words of the song...

Carmen made note of Angel's exceptional body as she went up stage, getting a full view of it for the first time. Carmen was no slouch on the dance floor, herself. A boxer had to be light on his feet, had to know how to move her body and keep up with a rhythm, and those skills translated well to dancing. Her father had even made her take some dancing lessons, for a little while. Felt silly, back then...and it still did, now. But she couldn't deny the results.

Angel moved well, though, and Carmen couldn't help but notice those hips. Even from where she sat, she could tell those legs with lovingly sculpted with lots of power - the body of a champion. Just seeing her sway made her eager to see that body in action, flashing kicks back her way, the classic case of fists versus feet. The anticipation had her giddy.

This would be interesting...seeing the Friction champ herself, being sociable with the public by putting on a dance and sing, unlike someone like Adrian, who was on Reika's list of people to 'see to'. But now, she focused her eyes onto the stage, and Angel herself, as she leaned her head onto her hand, circling her finger on the table as she would listen...

Not at all jealous, but curious to see what Angel had for a singing voice...

Tiffany settled back in her seat, watching as Angel made her way up to the stage. Once she got there, the American cheered wildly for a moment before putting two fingers to her mouth to let out a piercing whistle.
"Go on, sing it girl!" she called.

Then as the opening instrumental played, the cowgirl settled back in her seat, watching as Angel danced.
"Well, ain't that something to watch..." she said with a grin as Angel began to sing. "Did anyone else know she could do that?"

"She's Hispanic, of course she can sing." Carmen propped her elbows on the table and laced her fingers, giving Tiffany a serious face. "See, it's all part of the plan to take over your culture. First, we start at the low level jobs, work our way up. Get into entertainments politics - one of us will be president by the next decade. Then, we use our sexy voices to out-compete the Caucasian population and replace you as the majority race, through interbreeding. Next thing you know, you'll be replacing the blue in your flag with green, then it's all over. When all your Taco Bells lie in ruins, you'll know we've won."

She settled back, still for a moment, until a small smirk slipped over her face. "Buy any of that?"

"Pfft. Taco Bells in ruins? Girl you'd be doing us a favor. Give me a good steak or some barbecue over that any day." Tiffany snickered. "Although if you and Angel are a good example of our conquerors, I wouldn't mind 'laboring' under you."
She sent a wink Carmen's way that was loaded with innuendo before continuing.

"However, there is this one Hispanic guy I think we should all meet." she went on, waving her a hand at a passing waitress. "Dude goes by the name of Jose Cuervo...round of them."
She waved a hand to indicate everyone at the table.
"Although, it's only fair to warn you, the guy has a way of wrecking your mornings...." she said to Reika and Ace who may or may not know the dangers of tequila exposure....

"Ugh, yes, burn the Taco Bells to the ground. If you guys pull that off, I'll support your revolution 100 percent. Hell, I'll fund you."

Ace gleefully replied, having a dislike for Taco Bell, watching Angels performance with a smile on her face.

She turned and blinked though, as Tiffani ordered a round of tequila.

"Heh, yeah. I'm kind of a lightweight. I remember when I first had tequila, when I was in Mexico...I think I spent like, 5 hours trying to find my hotel next to the bar."