Page 77 of Knox Academy Omnibus
Amelie
After we say our goodbyes and pile in the limo, Kalen says he has an awesome place we can go, so he opens the privacy window popping his head through and instructs the driver on where to go.
In no time the limo stops and the driver opens the door, saying he will be here when we finish to take us home. Kalen is the first to jump and run to the door, clearly with too much energy for his own good.
“Does Kalen ever goanywherethat isn’t sketchy? I mean, I wouldn’t come here alone in the day, let alone at night.”
“This place is actually pretty good,” Slate says, taking my hand. When our IDs are checked and we walk inside, my mouth falls open.
“What is this place?” I ask looking around.
“Drag Karaoke,” Kalen declares, handing me a drink.
Whoa. It’s off the charts. Everywhere I look there’s a riot of colour and feathers, stilettos and suspenders. It’s soloud. Idon’t know where to look. I laugh out loud when I see Sawyer’s dubious stare. Poor Onyx just doesn’t know where to look.
“Sing with me, sis,” Kalen says.
“What? No. I don’t sing.”
“You do too, you sing with Slate all the time.”
“Erm, it’s not the same. That’s private.”
“You sang at the school showcase in front of hundreds of students and parents!”
“That was different,” I insist. “These are professionals.”
“The last one to put down their song choice is a rotten egg!” Kalen declares racing off to fill out the sign-up sheet with the MC. The busty redhead seems very taken with Kalen, who of course laps the attention up, not caring that the MC has a dick.
“You don’t get out of it you know,” Slate tells me with a smirk.
“Who said I was trying to get out of anything? I just don’t want to sing with Kalen. I can tell he’s going to be awful. Besides, what are you going to sing?”
“You’ll see.”
“Onyx? Sawyer? What are you guys singing?”
“We don’t sing,” they reply together.
“Everyone sings,” a deep masculine baritone belonging to a chunky brunette way over six feet tall in her heels tells us. “On karaoke night the entry fee is waived on the condition that everyone sings.”
“Do you think Kalen knew?” I ask.
“Of course,” Onyx groans.
“Look,” Sawyer tries to reason with the nipple tassel wearing brunette goliath, “can we make a generous donation to the cover charge and skip the singing? Please?”
“Hell no, pretty boy,” she drawls, using a long-manicured nail to twirl around Sawyer’s chest. “I’d give my left tit and my right testicle to see you shaking your thang up there.” Beautiful image. I snort and choke a little on my drink. Sawyer turns puce.
“Why don’t you duet?” I suggest sweetly.
“Amazing idea, doll face! You know, I was mighty jealous when you walked in with all these hotties drooling after you like foxes in a chicken pen, but if you’re willing to share, I like you after all.”
I laugh and give the brunette a ‘be my guest’ motion with my hand towards Sawyer. I had actually intended for Sawyer and Onyx to duet together, but this is way more fun. Sawyer actually looks more murderous than Onyx usually does so I’m going to enjoy this.
“Yoo-hoo, Amelie!” Kalen starts calling over the mic, dear God. “Sis! Get your sexy ass up here! It’s time for me to serenade you.” I desperately try to hide but to my absolute horror Sawyer grabs my hand and starts tugging me towards the stage at the back of the room.
“Sawyer, stop! What are you doing?” I hiss.
