“No,” Hal said, shaking his head. “I’m not doing it.”
Guy grabbed Hal’s beer from him and pointed at the small stage. “It’s required by law that you have to do something embarrassing at your bachelor party, so get your ass up there!”
Hal shook his head, crossing his arms defiantly. “Embarrassing things with strippers, maybe! Not karaoke machines.”
Kyle scooted his chair closer. “Well, you’re not doing anything embarrassing with the stripper because you fiancé is here,” he said, wrapping his arms possessively around Hal. He poked him in the side. “So you have to sing.” Kyle gave him a quick peck on the cheek and stood up. “I’ll go pick a song for you.”
Hal looked around the tables, where all of his friends were grinning at him. Roy looked like he was going to bust out laughing at any moment and Clark had a big boyish smile.
“Don’t we have any emergencies to go take care of?” he pleaded.
“Nope,” John chuckled. “You have to go sing.”
“Come on, Hal. I thought you were the man without fear?” Ollie said, a smirk on his face.
Hal glared at them. But he pushed himself to his feet. Fine. He’d get it over with and maybe they’d all be too drunk by the end of the night to remember it.
He passed Kyle on the way to the stage. “Have fun!” Kyle said, a wicked gleam in his eye.
Great. It was probably Celine Dion or something…
Hal took the microphone and looked at the monitor, his eyes scanning over the lyrics. You’ve got to be kidding… He looked out at Kyle. “I want a divorce.”
“We’re not married yet,” Kyle laughed. “So sing.”
Hal sighed. Well, at least it wasn’t Celine Dion. “It’s not that easy being green…”