Which everyone seemed to understand meant that anyone had the right to join the person that was performing and "help them out." Scott started off with a low-key assist, mostly taking over "pigeon necking" dance duties.
The next girl that sang wasn't with our group, but since it was now almost 3am and there were only two other people at the place besides our group, this is when the distinction between "us and them" broke down and we all became ONE DRUNK KARAOKE GROUP.
And then there was this guy! Any time someone at karaoke goes up to sing and they're holding a rocks glass, you know you're in for a treat. Booze is the secret ingredient to karaoke and so if you're drinking it straight up it's basically telling other people that you're not there to fuck around, you're there to GET YOUR KARAOKE ON! This guy and his little dino arms were a karaoke dream come true.
Jesus, lady. If you're not going to scream or do something interesting with the song you could at least take your top off or something. Let me introduce you to a couple of your more-fun karaoke counterparts!
Oh jesus, remember this lady? She was wearing some kind of "wacky jumper" outfit and went up and sang How Much Is That Puppy In the Window. Yep, the one with the waggily tail. That fucking song.
Like, how about Dr. Pumpkin Pants here! I have no memory whatsoever of what song she sang, but her outfit was so rad (I mean, HELLO!) that it just made every feel fantastic.
