#champevent.01

beau had somehow spent the last hour becoming everybody's unpaid security, therapist, and designated "you're not actually singing that drunk, sit back down" person. he wasn't entirely sure how it happened, probably because he looked responsible enough for people to start handing him problems automatically. leaning against the bar with a beer in hand, sleeves rolled to his forearms, he watched as somebody near the stage missed an entire chorus with dangerous confidence. the crowd still cheered anyway. a slow shake of his head left him, amused despite himself. "starting to think this fundraiser's about to financially recover the little league entirely off emotional damage alone."

jalen was halfway through laughing at one of his teammates completely missing a drake verse when he noticed somebody hovering suspiciously close to the karaoke sign-up sheet. immediately, his grin widened. "nah," he said, pointing at them from across the bar like he'd just caught a crime happening in real time. "don't start looking at that clipboard unless you serious 'cause if you sign up," he added, nodding toward the stage where somebody was aggressively off-key, "you gotta commit. none of that shy halfway singing. if you embarrass yourself, you do it confidently."

delilah had become trapped at a table with three athletes arguing passionately over whether karaoke counted as "performing under pressure." which, frankly, felt deeply concerning for all professional sports involved. she took a slow sip of her margarita before finally glancing toward the person beside her, southern amusement warm in her eyes. "i need you to settle somethin' for me, sugar," she said. "is confidence attractive or can a person actually have too much of it?" she asked, head nodding toward someone yelling a nickleback song on stange.