"There's plenty of alcohol to be had! I'm going to be so disappointed if I came all the way here and I didn't get to hear some of Dupri's vocals." A long sigh escaped her lips. She was merely joking around, but it was more of a half-truth; Toni would be a bit upset if they put in all the effort of making a stage and bringing a microphone for no one to actually use any of it. "Well, he's not my go-to, but I could perform the hell out of some Justin Bieber."
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taking a bite out of one of the many, many mini burger sliders that was offered for consumption as curious hazels scanned the room — watching everyone busy themselves in their own little way. lashes fluttered quickly at her fellow blondes comment, play choking on her food with a reassuring head shake. “absolutely not.” she affirmed. “. . i’d have about thirty people tryna’ claim some sorta compensation for damaged eardrums.” a self-deprecating chuckle followed. “a lick of alcohol? this could’ve been a different story. prime beyoncè up there, for real.” finishing up her food, she dusted off her hands; an audible clap accompanying. “what’s your go-to karaoke jam?”