it's hard to dance with a devil on your back;; RILEEEY

The Rabenclaw's bright blue eyes widened in shock, horror, and-dare I say it?-excitement. She hadn't preformed in...hell, she couldn't remember the last time she preformed. Somehow, though, Riley's legs led her to the stage, never leaving it, and she put a broad, somewhat genuine smile on her face, mumbling a quick, hopefully sincere, "Thanks, Lena," as she passed the girl. She grabbed the mic and cleared her throat, wetting her lips, as she tried to find her footing on the stage. Her eyes examined the crowd, looking at her expectantly. She cleared her throat again, and opened her mouth.After what seemed like forever, the music flowed out, naturally, and-damn it, Riley thought she sounded good.

"Stoplight, lock the door, don't look back.
Undress, in the dark, and hide from you.
All of you.
You'll never know the way your words have haunted me...
I can't believe you'd ask these things of me!
You don't know me oohh, now or ever!
You belong to me, my Snow White queen!"

Lena's eyes widened when she heard Riley sing. She had never expected her to sing that well. She hummed the tune along with her, even though she had no idea what the song was or who sang it. She could only smile because it sounded so beautiful, and she stood back as she watched her friend perform.

Riley began to gain composure, tune, elegance, and she was having a helluva good time. She could still hit the high notes-thank God. She saw Lena looked momentarily shocked, but in a good way. She smiled as the she hit the third verse and chorus.


((OOC: It's from this song, which is really awesome ))

Lena chuckled as she began to clap, applauding her friend. She and the crowd made a few catcalls, and it wasn't long before she got up and danced to Riley's tune because she was enjoying it so much. She wasn't envious of her at all; she was glad she wasn't up there singing, and she could just dance without a second though on what she was doing.

Riley smiled, a faint but deep red tinging her cheeks, as she went to jump the stage. But then, the Ravenclaw was struck with an idea. She backed up a few paces, and took a bow, before going and jumping off the stage admist catcalls and people still dancing, drunkenly, of course. She found her way over to Anna and exclaimed over the loud music now blasting, "That was awesome, Le!"

Lena laughed. "It totally was!" She then got her first shot of firewhiskeys in what felt like months, and she drunk it down with gusto. "What d'you wanna do now?" she asked, shrugging her shoulders.

Riley frowned. Now that the karaoke was over, she really didn't know what else they could do. She couldn't help but think how much easier this would be if it was a Muggle town. So Riley smiled and suggested, "You wanna get some drinks and just talk?"

Lena shrugged her shoulders. "Well, I find that absolutely boring, but if you're up for it, then so am I!" she grinned, sitting down on the nearest chair and pursing her lips in thought. "I think we'd be better off trying to shoot everyone with a fake gun, but y'know, your call."

Riley laughed. "That would be fun. You ever played laser tag? If you haven't, you would love it," Riley assured Lena. "What do you want? I'll order," Riley left out that she wasn't sure how in control of her motor skills Lena was. "And, if you plan on shooting people with a fake gun, I'd get drunk first. Gives you an excuse," Riley nodded.

"Laser Tag?" asked Lena. She swore she had heard it somewhere before, but she couldn't put her finger on it. "No, I'm sure I haven't played it," she mused, shrugging her shoulders. "I'd like a litre of vodka. It's not as much as you think it is." She chuckled, nodding along with Riley's idea. "I love excuses," she agreed.

"Yes, laser tag. It's fucking awesome," Riley beamed. "You and me, we'll play it sometime," Riley nodded. Pulling some money from her pocket, Riley walked over to the bar. "Umm...the largest thing of vodka you have," she looked back at Lena and winked, sure that that would be enough. "And a Firewhisky, please." Riley waited for but a moment before their drinks appeared and she walked back to Lena with them carefully balanced in her hands. Handing Lena her vodka, she grinned impishly. "So...what's that you were saying about shooting people with fake guns?"

Lena snorted. "Must be pretty awesome if you're so eager to play it," she chuckled, not actually caring. Her eyes widened when she was handed a large bottle of vodka, and she quickly opened the bottle. "Are you sure they're not suspicious of fourteen-year-olds asking for a huge bottle of vodka?" she questioned, taking her first sip. Well, this vodka was better than the other one she had tonight, she supposed, so there was nothing to complain about. "Nothing," she replied, "I said nothing about shooting people and fake guns."

"You. Me. This summer, we'll go play laser tag. It'll be awesome," Riley grinned. She took a small sip of her firewhiskey, gagging ever so slightly since she wasn't used to the alcohol. Then she gasped in mock shock. "Bitch, I'm 15," she teased Lena, smiling. "No, it's Azorat, after all," Riley shrugged. "I don't think they'd question us asking for a gun." Riley watched as Lena started to down the vodka. "Oh, sure you did," Riley said, rolling her eyes. "Besides, what else are we gonna do if not torment the general public?"

Lena chuckled, "Okay then. I'll make a note of it in my planner." She then pretended to get a planner out of her pocket and wrote a date down. She chuckled when she saw Riley gag at the vodka; it wasn't that strong for Lena. "I'm fourteen, bitch," she chuckled. She shrugged her shouldres. "I don't know..." she muttered, mostly to herself. She then exclaimed, "Torment the general public? Why can't we just torture our beloved enemies?"

Riley laughed. "You'd better," she joked. "Don't think I won't hold you to it." Riley took another small sip of the firewhiskey. It still burned at her throat, but it was better now. "One year," Riley shrugged. "No big deal. 'sides, I just turned 15," Riley shrugged again, even though December was a while back. "Hmm..." Riley teasingly wondered. "I'd say torment the enemy, usually, but wouldn't it just be easier to walk around scaring people on the streets? You never know where you'll find a devil in disguise."

"Sure you won't forget. Not with you breathing down my back," chuckled the blonde Uchitel, speechless because she had nothing else to say on the matter. She sipped another sip of firewhiskey and said, "Well, who said age mattered when you're playing laser tag? It certainly doesn't to me. April just passed by, didn't it?" She nodded in assent. It was true. "It's hard to shoot people with fake guns with a devil on your back, isn't it?" she mused, giggling at her own remark because she thought it was funny, even if Riley didn't think so.

"Got that right," Riley teased, taking a half-step back anyways. "It doesn't. Laser tag was built for children, true. But childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies," Riley quoted. She thought it was Edna Millay, but she couldn't be sure. "Yeah; April wasn't very long ago." Riley nodded her agreement. "Definately," Riley grinned. "It's hard to do anything with a devil on your back. And there always is one. It's called your conscience."

Lena sighed, shaking her head. "No. That's not true. Some children die," she whispered, thinking of Vanka and her drowning. Something got lodged in her throat - it was probably her nerves - and she drank a sip of vodka to take it all away, or in an attempt to. "Conscience?" echoed the blonde Uchitel, running a finger through her hair. "Who cares about conscience when we wanna have a little fun?" she giggled.