When the chorus hit Eliot didn't hold back—his voice swelled with dramatic grandiosity, his expression slipping into something halfway between a smirk and something sharper.
"‘Cause when push comes to shove I will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love!"
He gestured grandly on “battalion”, spinning back toward the mic stand with a flourish. Laughter ripples through the crowd, but Eliot’s focus didn't waiver.
And then at the end of the song, he took his own spin on it, singing it like a sad love song.
"When you're gone, I'll go mad So don't throw away this thing we had 'Cause when push comes to shove I will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love..."
When he finished, there was a smattering of applause, and he tied his apron back on before going back over to the hot guy in his section. "The whiskey not to your taste?" he asked with an arched eyebrow when he noticed it hadn't been touched.
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Date: 2025-02-15 03:13 am (UTC)"‘Cause when push comes to shove
I will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love!"
He gestured grandly on “battalion”, spinning back toward the mic stand with a flourish. Laughter ripples through the crowd, but Eliot’s focus didn't waiver.
And then at the end of the song, he took his own spin on it, singing it like a sad love song.
"When you're gone, I'll go mad
So don't throw away this thing we had
'Cause when push comes to shove
I will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love..."
When he finished, there was a smattering of applause, and he tied his apron back on before going back over to the hot guy in his section. "The whiskey not to your taste?" he asked with an arched eyebrow when he noticed it hadn't been touched.