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2- Chaz (EDITED)

Yep, I'm embarrassed.

Oh well.

It's not like anyone up on this rooftop, having fun while drinking and sitting to wait their turn to sing, hasn't ever embarrassed themselves before. But the one person totally embarrassed is Beaker. And I know I will hear it once I sit down at that table.

And I can't wait to hear what he has to say.

The karaoke lady was laughing so hard she had tears in her eyes, and as I handed her the microphone, she said, "That was hysterical; you made my night. Do you have another song that you're willing to sing? I could use another good laugh."

If she liked it, then I hope the woman at the bar enjoyed it.

My eyes jumped away from hers and over to the guys, then they shot over at the bar. I didn't know what else to sing, and the mee-mee song was the only thing I knew I couldn't screw up, as there was nothing to the song—just the word me.

However, I know another one, Ode to Joy. And Beaker sings it the same way I just sang the other one. But since I've already embarrassed us both, I guess I'll return to the table and sit my ass down. "I'm sorry, I don't. I'm not a singer, just a man who lives to save lives. And I think this stunt I just pulled to make everyone laugh and to piss off my friend will be the last time anyone sees me with a microphone in my hand," I grinned.

"Well then, enjoy the rest of your night. But something tells me you'll be back up here." She arched a brow, assuming, "Perhaps you'll be back up here with your friends. I see they have a few group songs they'd like to sing as well," she winked.

I think she likes me.

That wink was not only a friendly one, but a flirtatious one.

Sorry, chicky, but I'm reserving myself for another woman who caught my eye.

Hopefully, she's single.

"We'll see about that. Like I said, I cannot carry a tune to save my life."

"So? We're here to have fun, are we not? And just an FYI, many who come up here to sing can't sing to save their life. But they do it, anyway."

She winked again.

"Yes, I'm well aware of that," I admitted, smiling while giving her a curt nod. "But I already embarrassed myself, and I don't feel like embarrassing myself again. So I'll leave that for the rest of the people waiting to sing."

I walked back over to my table with my eyes on the girl at the bar, and as I sat, Beaker's fist came flying at me.

I already knew it was coming and prepared myself for it. My hand quickly raised, immediately stopping Beaker's fist from meeting my cheek, when I firmly grabbed his hand. "Now, now, Beaker. Settle down," I grinned, turning my head his way. "Don't get your panties in a bunch; I was only having fun. At your expense," I quietly added under my breath.

"What have I told you about calling me Beaker in front of everyone? If it's just us guys, it's fine. I'm okay with it, but we're not. So please drop the nickname and call me Bill."

"It is us guys," I widely grinned. "Beaker Bill."

Axl and Max chuckled.

Beaker groaned, then sighed. "Come on, man. Women are surrounding us!"

I couldn't hold back the laugh that wanted to leave my lungs after hearing the guys at the table laughing and roared a chuckle.

He's so easy to rile up. And I fucking love it. "So? Who cares? Why be embarrassed about a nickname? Hell, it's been your nickname for about twenty years now; you would think you'd be used to it by now. Besides, that's all we ever call you."