Normally, karaoke was the order of the night at Caritas. Earlier, it was, earlier, before I had any seabreezes in my system. Recently, however, the stage had been taking over by some of my more human clientele, who of course, all had the same things on their minds. Pressure at the job was leading some to introduce themselves to the barrel of a gun, and others of their ilk felt that a rooftop leap without a parachute was more befitting for them, and still, others chose to come here and some of them would even come to me after they poured their sweet little hearts out in song for a bunch of demons and very few humans to see. Of course, these particular humans had zero problems in believing that demons were real and had even less problems singing in front of them.
I didn't know much about their lawfirm, and I didn't know who these senior partners were, but I could clearly read that they were something other then human and I could pick up, before note numero uno that they weren't very nice demons. Things were tensing up around the office, and the hammer, or even the guillotine, was about to be dropped on some of their pretty little heads. That certainly would have been a loss to the fashion world, if it were to happen, and local boutique owners might be cringing, but for the most part, it would not be a tragic loss to the world of the performing arts.
I took a sip of my seabreeze, after wave number three of lawyers finished up a rather disturbing version of 'if I had no loot'. The crowd wasn't particularly rowdy, and why would they be? Unless rowdy was spawned by a serious dislike of musical hygiene. I intensely wished that I was giving more advice to Rory, who had saved some heads earlier, at a time like this. A couple of the female lawyers came my way, and what they wanted to know, well it wasn't completely bleak, but I could set them on their path's; not that they deserved it, considering some of the things that some of them had done.
They sat across from me. They sat across from me, and I strummed out, using a slight amount of restraint, a way that they could get out of their line of work without losing their heads. Right as I did and tried to smile for them, a male singer got up onto the stage, and he was another lawyer from Wolfram and Hart, and he was a newbie. His version of 'Like a virgin' left something to be desired and prompted me to ask Ramon for another seabreeze, which he delivered, right as this Lee, jumped into a less then proper throaty chorus of the song, and in poor taste, peeled off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt a few too many buttons, as if he were trying to impress the demons. I could read his thoughts, though, and he was trying to score with two of the female lawyers that I had already read.
Too bad, on that score, bubby, I thought, but that rejection was far better then the pain that I saw in his not too distant future. The song came to a conclusion, which made me stand up, cheer and scream merciful zeus at the top of my lungs, which was entirely unprofessional of me, but I was dearly hoping that Le would take the bait, and be angered enough with me to not ask about his rather bleak future. No such luck, though, as he buttoned back up, straightened his tie and jacket, and came my way. I looked towards the stage, hoping that I buy time so that I could at least word my reading of him in a positive shade, but before I could, a good crooner took the stage, with his own guitar. Another lawyer from Wolfram and Hart, but Lindsey could always take the stage whenever he wanted, because while his ethics were questionable, he man could sing.
I sat down as Lee approached me. He talked about this master plan that he had, and he did it with an eerie and far too machismoic delivery. I wanted to lay the smack down on him, but, unfortunately for him, the brunette with the plentiful bosom would do that to him, and that would be the first of his painful moments. As Lindsey strummed and crooned, I tiptoed around Lee's future, taking part in my current seabreeze, as opposed to delving with the truth. It was not my place to change history. It was my place to call it as I saw it, or even to stretch the truth at times. "You're plans are brilliant, sweetie, just be careful not to step on toes."
He started to ask what that meant, but I had to go, as Lindsey, who had some pain of his own in the future finished up. I didn't let Lee take up any more of my time, as I patted Lindsey on the back as he walked off of the stage, and took over the proceedings once again. If I had to listen to one more desperate lawyer, then I was going to close the club for the night. Because, this place's name was latin for mercy and reading evil lawyers wasn't merciful on the empath's ears. Lindsey looked at me and I smiled, to assure him that he was okay, before jumping into my own version of any vampire's favorite song, barely breathing'.
Lawyers including Lee and Lindsey left, and I motioned for Ramon to bring me another seabreeze. Lawyers were leaving. That was Caritas on the green one.