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𝗡𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗕𝗘𝗥, 𝟮𝟬𝟬𝟬
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... alex turner loathed karaoke. and as the surrounding people, all of which had flushed faces and distant eyes, all cheered and yelped in delight at the suggestion, alex couldn't help but groan. it was fine, he decided. he wasn't planning on joining in anyway.
everyone began to rise, linking arms and laughing as they all shouted out song suggestions, claiming duets. alex was comfortable on the sofa, lodged deeply in the middle of two cushions, but it seemed marlene had plans of her own. she was grinning from ear to ear, and alex didn't even need to face her to know her eyes were bearing down on him. he licked his lips. go have fun, mar. he thought desperately, i'm fine here.
but then he heard her inhale, and he suddenly he realised matt wasn't there to save him, he had no excuse and defiantly didn't have the stomach to tell her no. "aleeexxx," she sang and her hands found his shoulders from behind the couch.
alex leant back and let his head rest on the pillows, peering up at her upside-down figure, she was obviously drunk, "marlennnneeeeee,"
"why are you sitting?"
"why are you standing?" he asked, trying his best to mock her sluring words.
"we're doing karaoke," she said thickly, like alex didn't already know. she pointed behind her and alex craned his neck to see. andy was setting up a few speakers, pushing people out of the way to stop the crowding and create space, "and you're not going to sit here all by yourself," her fingers traced over his neck, cradling it.
"oh no, i'm very happy 'ere, actually," she rounded the couch now, and his shoulders felt awfully odd without having her pressure weighing them down.
"oh come on, mardy," she teased, gripping his arm and hauling him off the couch. she expected it to be harder than it actually was, for him to resist more, but then again, it was only alex. he scowled, setting his feet and refusing to move any further, "sing a bowie tune for me?"
believe it or not, alex almost said no to her. the word was on the tip of his tongue and for the first time all night, alex felt somewhat confident in himself. but then he faced her, his nose inches from hers. he sucked in a breath and contemplated, and realised those eyes were going to be the death of him. he had never deeply examined somebody's eye before, never even taken the time to notice. but he saw them now, and promised himself to look at them every chance he could, now understanding the love for blue eyes. "i can't sing," he admitted quickly.
