IT'S THE 80s [closed]

[attr="class","mouths1"]"And giiiirl~" The interlude arrives with a sustained note from Yun, his vocals quivering with frightening accuracy to the original singer's melody, but not without a considerable deal of physical and mental strain from the song's current performer. "I know that this is love-ah! I felt the magic all in the aaaaair~!" This was possibly the hardest point of the song for the duelist to imitate, but he had some extra motivation to keep powering through the alcohol's nerve-deadening effects. His pride as a duelist was on the line.

"And giiiirl~" Yun repeats that same, high-pitched tone, taking on another curled stance as Michael Jackson's serenading continued to empower his movements. "I'll never get enough, that's-ah why I always have to have you... heeeeeeere!" Five, bold notes pounded from the Cinderella's speakers as the drunk magician held the last word with the most amount of vocal energy he had spent this entire night, punctuating his return to the chorus with a triumphant swivel of his hips into an erect pose and a spirited "Hoo!"

Zubamon felt his form wash over with chills. He had never seen this side of his controller before, and to watch him demonstrate such command over his own body and voice, all while under the poisonous influence of that much booze, made it clear to the golden dragonoid that it wasn't going to last this much longer. Inevitably, he was going to have to step in at some point. It had almost appeared as though his presence had been discovered, as well, but the black-haired guy didn't seem like he had actually saw Zubamon, as evidenced by his quick return to the ongoing show.

That moment presented itself as soon as Yun performed one particular move that was certain to cement his performance in the combined memories of Kimura and Tanaka, one he simply could not perform without the inebriating effects of the Green Fairy. His front foot remained perfectly flat against the floor, but slid neatly backwards while the back foot moved forward pointed down like he was tiptoeing, repeating this procedure several times while remaining synchronous to the ancillary lyrics of the chorus to create the illusion that he was being pulled backwards. In summary: Yun had performed a moonwalk.

When Yun finally reached the karaoke stage, Zubamon pounced forward like a tiger on the hunt, practically sailing through The 24-Hour Cinderella in a practiced aileron roll, spinning past both Kimura and Tanaka like a cyclone of flickering gold and opalescent white. The Digimon lands directly in front of the tomato-faced duelist, who staggers back a few paces (mostly because his armor was a little too bright for his comfort).

Then, the unexpected happens.

The song reduces itself to its background beat, and with a stylish turn Zubamon spins on his heels to face the unsuspecting pair; in that very same motion, Yun completely synchronizes his own movements to that of his partner's, their bodies adopting a choreography the likes of which this place had never seen before. Step-step-slide, punch-snap-step, another smooth slide, a couple of techniques done in perfect imitation of the other--this was a performance only a Tamer truly knew how to deliver. Zubamon was merely acting in compliance to his programming: serve as his master's weapon for whatever purpose he needed him for.

Simultaneously, human and Digimon perform a forward triple-step. "You rock myyy world!" Yun belts out as both Zubamon and he pretend to brush a shoulder clean of dirt with two, timed swipes, quite a slick way to display their lack of concern for the bullshit that some of the other patrons may have been feeding their way via half-glassy glares. "The way you talk to me!" They saunter forward, swinging the arms they used just seconds earlier, then circulate them in a graceful circular motion before entering a mirrored leaning pose, pushing against the backs of their heads like they had adjusted an invisible hat for visual effect. "The way you're... lovin' me!" Timed shoulder shrugs, then a spinning snap followed with a pelvic thrust. "The way you... give it to me!"

Their combined pop-and-lock routine was essentially the climax of Yun's whole night, perhaps even theirs as well, but it also presented a visual demonstration into a part of his life that Kimura, and maybe Tanaka, probably believed hadn't existed. It was an expression of trust, the kind that only the closest of friends showed for one another, the kind that enabled Zubamon to momentarily put his duties as Yun's sword and shield on standby and allow Yun the space to simply go inside and do whatever he wanted, if only for tonight. Sure, drinking might have been unproductive, but even a sword cannot last forever in battle before it sunders.

The song's chorus plays one final time, and in the last moments of Yun and Zubamon's truly explosive finishing performance, the drunken singer and his partner terminates with a decisive Y-shaped pose, the same one the former had started the night off with, and the track draws to an abrupt close--

--right as the duelist unceremoniously falls backwards and hits the floor with a dull, painful-sounding thud. Zubamon flinches as it happens, then peeks over his shoulder and rolls his red eyes in silent annoyance. The bar goes utterly quiet as the golden dragon merely clanks his way over to the sloshed Tamer in metallic footsteps, then hoists the body of his unconscious partner over his shoulders like the dead weight it was, simply carrying him out of The 24-Hour Cinderella without any kind of prior explanation or further context.

Unfortunately, this also meant that Kimura and Tanaka were both stuck with the drunk magician's tab. It wasn't Zubamon's fault for having no sense of awareness for consumerism or how it worked, but if it counted for anything on Yun's part, it was financial payback for their mean-spirited behavior. If anything, they ought to count themselves thankful that that was all they had to deal with.

They didn't have a diabolical hangover waiting for them tomorrow.