Mayhem snorted as Murder took the shot for his never have I, nestling against the man's side. "And I'm perpetually cold. You make fun of my hoodies in summer, I get to make fun of your cut off<i>jorts</i>, you big brat." Poking the man in the side, he stuck out his tongue at him. Murder's response wiped the Cheshire smile from his face, and he grumbled, licking the salt from his hand and throwing back the shot with a glare. He sucked on the lime for a second before responding. "Rude. It was your idea." He watched Callista as she spoke, adding on more of the story after Murder finished talking. "I don't think it helps that I use my shadowshifting to fuck with the<i>really</i>mad ones." Mayhem giggled at the memories, biting into his lime once more as Callista went off to get ready. Tucking closer to Murder, he added on an order of mozarella sticks and chicken strips, finally getting hit by the munchies.<br/><br/>Callista returned looking much different than before, and Mayhem grinned at her. "I like this dress better on you, booboo." He shot a glance to Murder, scoffing in response. "Oh please. You know damn well how extra I am. Hard to compete with a King." Sticking out his tongue, he laced his fingers through Murder's with a gentle squeeze. Their food arrived as Callista took to the stage, and he held up a chicken strip to Murder without bothering to look, knowing the man would take it from him. He tucked into his food, enjoying the performance quietly.<br/><br/>Callista returned, and he snapped a few times to show his appreciation. "Okay, alright, I see what I'm up against. But I don't think any of you are ready for me. Except Murder. He's seen me way too drunk for my own good." Bella fired off another question, and he arched a brow, shooting a glance toward Murder as he ate one of his mozzarella sticks. "I know this is shocking to absolutely everyone, but I actually haven't had a threesome. The only time I would have had a chance was in college, and the only guys who I was around long enough to like were all straight. Unfortunate, really. Bunch of football jock types who looked killer in suits." Smiling fondly, he snapped from his daydream at the emcee announcing his name. "Call it a hold for now on my part. I'll have one when I get back."<br/><br/>Straightening his outfit as he sauntered up to the stage, he leaned over to whisper in the man's ear, nodding after a moment. Mayhem approached the mic stand, adjusting it to be the right height almost mildly, as though this was a familiar space for him. He tugged his bangs down a bit in front of his face before rolling his shoulders back with his feet together.<br/><br/>The music started, and Mayhem grabbed the mic stand, following the tempo as he spread his legs around it. He tilted the mic stand forward, letting the base rest behind him on its side. His expressions were animated as he sang, perfectly comfortable in the spotlight as he licked his lips and winked at the crowd. Taking the cordless mic from the stand, he pranced around the stage during the chorus, watching Murder with a knowing smile. His hand slid down his chest as the second verse started, thumb hooking in the waistband of his jeans as his shoulders tilted back. Mayhem flicked his hair back from his eyes, singing through a smirk as he watched a few girls in the bar biting their lips at him. He was more than used to the attention, and knew<i>exactly</i>how to present himself to make everyone in the room question which team he batted for. Continuing his rockstar routine, he pranced about the stage, stealing glances at Murder between breaths.<br/><br/>The song ended, and a roar erupted from the crowd, mostly sounding like female voices. He stuck out his tongue and gave the crowd a flirtacious wink as he slid the microphone back into the stand, taking a bow before he hopped off the stage and returned to lounging against Murder's side. "Did time as a drag king in college. Old habits die hard, and Ludo is definitely one of the habits I can't quit." Lacing his hand into Murder's, his cheeks hinted at a blush. "Alright. Never have I ever... played strip poker." Raising his eyebrows, he lined up another shot for himself, still breathing a bit heavier than normal from the performance.<br/><br/><div class="bbMediaWrapper">
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