[ Oh yeah, you want her to go first? Fine, she takes the microphone and types in some number she has memorized. She mostly likes pop music, the audibly neon pink kind. She does a nasally approximation of most of them. She doesn't try overly hard to falsetto, just a little upward pitch and smokey softness.
They're much more drunk by the time she picks anything that sounds different; some moody ballad about losing yourself to other people's lies and then finally seeing the light again. It is the most earnest of the selection.
She also plays that off entirely by dumping herself into his lap as its last drumbeats and guitar notes drift off. ]
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They're much more drunk by the time she picks anything that sounds different; some moody ballad about losing yourself to other people's lies and then finally seeing the light again. It is the most earnest of the selection.
She also plays that off entirely by dumping herself into his lap as its last drumbeats and guitar notes drift off. ]
You're taking me dancing.