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

Angel kept her eyes closed, belting out the lyrics to the song along with the music. She wasn't a perfect singer, but she was good enough, keeping pretty good pitch and tone with the melody of the song. Of course, she doubted that her audience really minded much anyway. She moved her body in time with the music, her hips swaying this way and that way as she danced in place, opening her eyes as the chorus hit to glance out over the crowd.

Yeeeah. She really doubted that most of them really cared about her singing.

Her gaze fell on her own little group for a moment, Angel flashing the four other women a quick wink, before pivoting on one heel to turn away from with. She looked back over her shoulder towards them, and began to move her hips a lil' faster then before, her bottom shaking up and down with each motion she made. Apart from her legs, Angel considered her bottom to be her best feature, and she assumed that her fellow women would feel the same way. She grinned, and continued singing along, her vision darting from each one of the four to the next, wondering what each of them were thinking as she continued dancing along.

There. That should give 'em a nice show... she thought to herself, spinning back to face them again, soon reaching the climax of the song.

As the song continued to play, Tiffany watched Angel move almost like a woman entranced, keeping her eyes on the Latina as she began to dance, putting her hips into it.
"Man, the way that girl moves her ass could inspire poetry. Even from a hick like me...." she commented aloud. "Looks like she's having fun with it."

When it ended, the cowgirl stood up and cheered, clapping loudly before putting two fingers in her mouth and whistling.

Ace clapped along as Angel finished her song, standing up and holding her shot glass high when she came back to the table.

"To the Friction World Champ! With the best ass in AFW! Kanpai!"

She yelled, before downing her shot of tequila, wincing as it burned its way down her throat.

Carmen would certainly have to concur with their observations. Indeed Angel had a most voluptuous and presentable backside, and the fact that she didn't have any qualms presenting it was a nice touch.

She threw that wink right back at Tiffany, liking the girl so far. She was a little more wild than the women Carmen preferred to date, but she certainly wouldn't have a problem getting to know the cowgirl in a more intimate sense. What little Ace said piqued her interest, though.

"A tourist wandering around drunk in Mexico for five - depending on where you were, you were lucky to find anything but a lot of trouble." She finished off the glass and slid it down the table. "What were you doing that far south?"

Reika had to admit...she herself was stunned by Angel's way of singing, and to top it off, how to dance too! truly, there WOULD be some popularity wars between Angel and Reika, whenever they got round to challenging each other to a one on one fight. ".....Not bad, not bad at all for a beginner act if I say so?~" Reika smiled, as she was hiding that jealously part inside her, quite well...aside being annoyed by that loud 'Ace' girl or whatever her name was.

Maybe Angel was a new attraction interest to her, or the fact Reika had to realize, that she had competition it terms of looks, talents, even in they're voice...and lots of them...

But with her elbow leaned on the table, while her palm was holding her chin, Reika sighed a bit before taking off her glasses. "Alright, I suggest we have a singing contest...to see who is the real champ of the stage~" she suggested, humorously, since tonight was bringing all sorts of new sights and sounds.

Once Angel had finished her song, she set the microphone down, flashing the cheering bar patrons a wink as she headed off the stage. She headed back to her table, grabbing a drink from a waitress as she passed her. Once she reached her table again, she slid onto the seat and grinned at her fellow wrestlers.

"Well girls...how'd I do, huh? Hope you girls enjoyed the show..."

"Very nice, indeed." Carmen gave her a short toast and took her last drink for the night. She had to drive home, after all - no way did she trust her little big brother to come out here and get her in the middle of the night. Or morning. "Got to take the train over here more often, if this sort of thing happens a lot with Friction."

As she finished off the drink, she smacked her forehead, slamming the glass back down. "Gah, shit. I should've recorded that, wasn't thinking." She shook her head, before casting a wry glance Angel's way. "Strictly for educational purposes, of course. Scoping out possible competition."

Angel grinned at Carmen, sliding down beside of her as she took a long drink from her glass. "First time for me, anyway, but I hear it happens a lot with some of the other girls in the company. Of course, if I find out you're doing this sort of thing up in Tension, I might have to hop a train up that way myself!"

She laughed, setting her glass back down, then gave Carmen a wry smile. "Competition. Right. You think I'm going to believe that when we're not even in the same division, chica? Come on, we both know why you really wanted to record that."

Carmen wagged her finger. "Everyone's competition. I mean, Tension's were I make my bread, right. But at the end of the day, I'm a girl that loves to fight and the AFW's pretty unpredictable. I'm here this week, but next week, next month, next year? Who knows, quiÃn sabe. So it pays to stay...abreast of the best in both divisions. That's my excuse, anyway." She slid the glass down for the waitress to pick up and scoot back in her seat, amusing herself with a bowl of beer nuts, popping a few in her mouth.

"Besides, I respect your masterfully crafted body, luscious thighs, well-rounded hips, and pert chest as fellow professional fighter. My interests are strictly pure, I assure you." She put her hand over her heart. "On my honor as a lady and a boxer."

Angel finished off her own glass, gesturing for the waitress to fill it back up again. She had no clue what was in it when she had snatched it, but it was good. Kind of fruity. She could go for another of those.

"Sure, sure. Sure they are, chica," she replied back to Carmen, settling back into the cushions of the couch. "It has nothing to do with thinking I'm the best looking thing in here right now. Not at all, right?" She gave Carmen another grin, reaching up to snatch a few nuts out of the bowl, tossing them into her mouth. "That's why I'm certain that you're not going to try and make any moves on me when you cook me dinner, right?"