"Karaoke?" Coulson says, a little dubiously. When he'd received a message from Darcy demanding he immediately make his way to a bar called The Singing Guppy with a few exclamation points and a couple of urgents thrown in, he'd almost broken something hurtling his way down there.
To find Thor, on stage, singing Wind Beneath My Wings with a very serious expression and both large hands wrapped tightly around the microphone like he feared someone was going to try and pry it out of his grip at any moment.
Darcy waggles her cell phone at Phil and then points the screen back in Thor's direction. "I wanted to check if I could upload this to youtube or if that would constitute a breech of national security."
"Thank you for checking," Phil says, plucking her phone out of her hand. "And yes."
"Kill joy," Darcy says, turns her attention back to Thor who's moved onto Black Hole Sun.
"Aren't people supposed to take turns at these things?" Phil asks, watching a very annoyed man with a folder clutched to his chest pace just beyond the stage.
"I don't think the poor guy's game to tell Thor to vacate the space. I love this song."
A few minutes and a beer later, Phil raises his head and says, "It's In His Kiss? Really?"
Darcy grins, waves at Jane who's making her way back from the bar clutching more drinks. "He's taking requests."
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Date: 2012-05-25 03:22 am (UTC)To find Thor, on stage, singing Wind Beneath My Wings with a very serious expression and both large hands wrapped tightly around the microphone like he feared someone was going to try and pry it out of his grip at any moment.
Darcy waggles her cell phone at Phil and then points the screen back in Thor's direction. "I wanted to check if I could upload this to youtube or if that would constitute a breech of national security."
"Thank you for checking," Phil says, plucking her phone out of her hand. "And yes."
"Kill joy," Darcy says, turns her attention back to Thor who's moved onto Black Hole Sun.
"Aren't people supposed to take turns at these things?" Phil asks, watching a very annoyed man with a folder clutched to his chest pace just beyond the stage.
"I don't think the poor guy's game to tell Thor to vacate the space. I love this song."
A few minutes and a beer later, Phil raises his head and says, "It's In His Kiss? Really?"
Darcy grins, waves at Jane who's making her way back from the bar clutching more drinks. "He's taking requests."