"And that was Ray Stone, the one man band. Let's hear it for him!" The MC headed back onto the stage as the crowd cheered the man as he left. It was several acts into the open mic night and the talent had been good so far, the crowd happy.
"And next up we have," A slight hesitation as he glanced down at his notes before gesturing to the pair heading onto the stage, "Team Fuck Yeah!"
Holding a simple acoustic guitar, Andreas walked on stage, waving cheerily at the audience. Jares had a portable mixer that he was setting up as Andreas moved the mic into position. He was dressed like a cowboy at a rave, his dark blue hair pulled into a low ponytail under a bright pink, fuzzy tiger stripped cowboy hat, a clashing neon orange vest, acid green leopard print chaps and pink and blue cowboy boots. His pale, scrawny chest was bare, showing off the nipple rings and a number of vivid glow sticks and glow jewelry hung off him.
Jares, meanwhile, was wearing fabulous lederhosen decorated with neon-colored patches and embroidery, with glittery rainbow suspenders, knee-high rainbow socks, and a bright red bow-tie that was black-light reactive. A pimp hat with a gigantic feather topped off the look, and his wrists were covered in plastic bracelets of all colors and shapes, some chunky, some thin. Several glowing necklaces hung from his neck, and his bright orange hair was streaked with various colors and hung free around his shoulders.
All in all, the pair of them looked like strippers and rainbows had thrown up all over the stage. Once the mic was ready, Andreas held onto the stand, a huge grin on his face, "Uh...okay! So I'm Thrust Danger and this totally sexy dude is Dash von Oouftenstein. And we're Team Fuck Yeah!" He pumped his fist, getting a number so squeals and cheering, "Before I start, I just want to say that we both totally accept and encourage people to flash us and or throw underwear on stage."
"We also accept tips in the form of sexual favors," Jares added with a wink, running his tongue over his sharp teeth in an exaggerated fashion. "Or just, y'know, 'cause we're that fuckin' awesome and we understand if you just can't hold back."
With that, Andreas started to sing. As always, his voice was filled with the power of his siren heritage. It was like an audio aphrodisiac, ramping up the sex drive of everyone that could hear it.
His guitar playing wasn't amazing and he was a little rusty, but he had practiced enough that he didn't blow it. The music was an upbeat, folk sound, with Jares mixing in techno and dance beats. The first song was about waking up one day and discovering that his penis had run away and the humorous quest to find it. It was followed by one about alien whores and listed in the chorus different STDs one could get from them.
By the end of it, the bar was a mass of sexual tension and excited laughter. Grinning, Andreas waved again, "Alright then! That was Team Fuck Yeah! Love you guys!"
Helping Jares with the mixer, they dropped the instruments off and Andreas headed for the bar, "Man, that was totally fun!"
