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Fiver thought about that for a moment and then nodded slowly. "We could ... I think if we stay here, it would be almost like giving up ..." he murmured. "Cause I think if we stay, we'll never y'know. Remember anything from before..." Which could be good or bad, really.

But he wanted to know why at least. Surely the answer to that question was beyond the door somewhere. "Not yet, though. I wanna see what that idiot thinks he's doing first." He gestured at A7.

With intrigue, yII continued to watch A7 to see just what he was up to. It seemed his second guess was correct as the guy tapped the glass to make a clear sound resonate. Amused as he watched the glasses be rearranged, most likely to be in note order.

"Impressive," he said, hearing a rather familiar tune. His memory was a little foggy but wasn't that a song that always played around that one big holiday where people bought other people stuff and such?

"Do you take requests?" he chuckled. Not that he could really remember many song titles at the moment to really ask for anything in specific.

The Doctor's hand was moving on it's own even as A7 asked, "It's a song..." he began slowly, recalling the beat first and then...he laughed. "Oh...but, which girl will it be referring to?" He tapped out the opening, "Which girl is ah... yours?" His free hand began snapping to the emerging tune. A soft snort, and he prodded the other man just a bit further, "So, tell us then, what have you got?"

After his departure, Zeta Eight had done little more than sit where she had been placed at the bar, staring idly at nothing in particular with the same subject material for her thoughts. Even as she had watched Eta Four walk through the doorway, she hadn't let herself feel more than a brief stab of mourning for the girl she didn't even really know, allowing herself only a brief moment to lament. There would be time for that -- for now, she did not want to think about the fact that they were dead, nor come to grips with any of it. So when Alpha Seven leaped over the bar, she directed her attention to him instead, watching with vague interest as he filled up the glasses one by one, mildly curious until he tapped one of them, producing a beautiful echo that resonated from the bottom of the glass and into the air. But it was not until the Doctor showed up on the scene that her curiosity was really piqued, the distinct feeling that something interesting was going to happen pressing at the forefront of her mind. Sitting up slightly, she tilted her head at the two, her eyes flicking between them as they played with the glasses, obtaining her utmost attention.

... that was, until the word 'idiot' reached her ears.

Twisting her body at the waist, she turned her face mask to pointedly stare at 'Fiver,' her stare encroaching on eerie before she spoke in her returned mechanical tone, the lack of infliction only making it sound more sarcastic.

"Because you and your menage a trois are exceptionally intelligent. Please, allow me to take notes as you lecture on 'How to Most Efficiently Infuriate the Collective in Order to Ensure Your Own Prompt Neutralization. Twice.'"

Without waiting for an answer, Zeta Eight turned herself to re-face the front of the bar, taking one of the glasses without thinking about it before pausing, realizing she couldn't drink it. Glancing back to Alpha Seven, (with a polite nod to the Doctor,) she gave an idle motion with her hand for them to continue, setting the glass back down where she had gotten it.

She'd have said to hell with them, but... all things considered... that would have been redundant.

The Doctor's question cut him right to the core. His hand paused just before hitting one of the notes, and the song died off as the ringing slowly stopped. There was a faint, throbbing feeling - he didn't know what to think of it. And somewhere, underneath his mask, a foreign expression - he was frowning. No, he was pouting.

He gave one last glance around the room to confirm it. She still hadn't made it. She might never make it. Maybe she was resurrected a second time - the thought was both encouraging, and heartbreaking. All A7 could deal with was what he always dealt with.

The here, and the now.

What was right in front of him.

His hand twitched, as the tune started up again. This time it was livelier. Bum. Da dum da da da Bum. Da dum da da da. His grin was back in full force, as he caught the tail end of Z8 defending him.

And a chorus of angels suddenly broke forth from the heavens, filling the room with proper back up vocals. He wasn't just imagining that, was he? Of course not.

"I've got sunshine," A remarkable tenor crooned out of nowhere, aimed quite sharply at Z8.

"On a cloudy day."

He almost dropped his spoon when he heard the Doctor, suddenly picking up the background vocals for him. Bum. Da dum da da da Bum. Da dum da da da. He handed the spoon to G3, who took up the beats without failing, and spun out of the bar. One hand was on his stomach, and the other was flailed out, as he two stepped his way towards the Doctor and Z8.

"When it's cold, outside," He took the Doctor's hand, and spun him around in a circle. "I've got the month of May." He let the Doctor go, only to settle him beside, and fall into step with the man.

Yes, the two were now singing, and dancing, in sync. The lounge had now entered a strange new world called..

Death Lounge: The Musical.

"I'd guess you'll say, what can make me feel this way?"

On cue, he plucked Z8 out of her seat, and pulled her into his arms.

"My girl," He sang, barely hearing the echo of The Doctor and Z4 sing the lyric behind him. My girl. My girl.

"Talkin' bout, my girl," He let her go, and took a step back. Was he falling into place in a dance number with Z4 and A4??

Was this real life?

"My girl!"

Caught in a landslide...of soulful rhythm, the Doctor stepped to the forefront, and crooned out smoothly, "I've got sooo--oo much hon-ey," a little extra sway hit his moves, "The bees envy me." He gave a smile to Z4 that the other man couldn't see. "I've got a sweeter song...than the birds in the trees."

He briefly hoped the lad wasn't still hurt over the chair thing before stepping back beside him and hitting the chorus full-on with a gliding spin and an outstretched hand,

"Well, I guess you'll say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl.
Talkin' 'bout my girl. "

What.

A7 almost missed a step as Z4 started crooning to Z8, but he let the man finish his verse. It was only fair!

Of course, once the verse and chorus were over, one particular twirl in their somehow unrehearsed choreography had A7's fist meeting up with Z4's face. In tandem with the punch came a twirl of his arm around Z8's waist, pulling her back into his arms as if nothing had ever changed.

"I've got suh~uh~nshine, on a cloudy day, with my girl." His tune heightened as he briefly broke ranks to wrap his arms around the woman and twirl her around. This time, he kept her in his arms even as he fell back into the dance, as if having learned his lesson. Hopefully Z4 was already back up and at it, but A7 wasn't letting Z8 go anytime soon.

QQ moar, Top Hat.

"I've even got the month of May, with my girl." He brought her in front of him, his hands tight around her waist as he danced with her until the song ended.

What was that? Rousing applause? Or maybe stunned silence. He couldn't tell. All he knew was that they were awesome.