It's just a jump to the left...

[Morgaine deWinter]

She'd done. She'd truly done it. The grin on the spice addict's face was wide as she stood behind the DJ booth, spinning discs and clicking ALL the buttons! Morgaine deWinter had a dream of times gone by, and it was wonderful. For tonight, she was going to get to sing. The DJ's feet poked out from beneath the stand, and she noticed it with her golden eye. Groaning, the woman kicked it back to where it belonged; with the other bits of his corpse.

Lighting up a death stick, the smoke alarm detectors did not really register in her mind; as far as she was concerned, this was just an extra beat for her to play with.

"Frak yeah!" she screamed as she grabbed the microphone. Now she had the perfect background music, and all she was going to have to do was sing.

"I LIKE TA POO IT POO IT," she yelled at the top of her lungs. People stopped dancing for only a moment before joining in, "I LIKE TA POO IT POO IT"

Morgaine started jumping up and down. Oh yeah, this was it. This was the life. This was love.

"YOU LIKE TA... EAT IT!"

And now the audience knew the lyrics to the song.

@[member="Fabula Cavataio"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest found himself by a bar. This was a normal thing for the Zabrak. He had his whisky, his ice, and his peacefulness. Music was soothing to the Templar, it helped him to feel comfortable in his own skin. Helped him keep calm. Though, there was something off about this night.

He stared up at the stage, right at @[member="Morgaine deWinter"]. She had a deathstick in her lips and a rather insane look to her eyes. For the moment he just watched, surprised. Spice heads these days.