The sound of singing drew Matt's attention as he wandered the halls of HQ. Tracking the music to its source, he very carefully listened at Oregon's door before pushing it open soundlessly, standing in the doorway and watching the spectacle.

Ethan was oblivious to his observer, throwing himself into his song. He'd cranked the track up as high as it would go, and was dancing around in an unbuttoned black dress shirt, black boxer-briefs, and white cotton socks. He sang happily into his hairbrush, gesturing whenever it seemed appropriate.

"They say I need some Rogaine to put in my hair!
Work it out at the gym to fit my underwear~"

He boogied to the beat, shaking his rump as he belted out the lyrics. Eying it appreciatively, Colorado stayed silent, shoulders shaking as he tried to restrain himself from joining in. To do that would give away his position, and he wasn't quite ready for the show to end.

When the chorus came, Ethan threw back his head, eyes closed, and started rocking out. He turned his brush from a microphone into an air guitar, strumming imaginary strings as he hit the notes.

"I'ma do the things that I wanna do
I ain't got a thing to prove to you
I'll eat my candy with the pork and beans
Excuse my manners if I make a scene..."
He did a couple of complicated moves, sliding over the floor with his shirt billowing out around him. Very impressive, almost like in that movie with Tom Cruise...

The song kept going, Matt simply leaning against the doorway to continue observing. It was a hell of a show. Made him wish he had a camera with him, to record it all for posterity.

The final chorus began, and Ethan gave it his all, voice bouncing off the walls of his room.

"I ain't gonna wear the clothes that you like
I'm fine and dandy with the me inside!
One look in the mirror and I'm tickled pink
I don't give a hoot about what you think!"

The song ended, and he strode over to the CD player, hitting the pause button so he could take a breath.

"Nice moves, old man."

From behind him, someone spoke, and he froze for an instant before whipping around with a grin on his face. Damn, Matt had caught him.

"...how long have you been watching, mister?"
"Long enough."
"...I'm never gonna live this down, am I?"
"Consider yourself blackmailed forever."
"Well shit." Ethan smiled at the other state, running his fingers through his hair. "Any way I can maybe get you not to do that?"
"Mm, maybe. Come to my room when you're..." He gave the other state a thorough look from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, "dressed."

A few hours later, the pair left Matt's room with pink cheeks and big smiles. There had been shouting, laughter, and finally an intent, heavy silence that seeped through the walls like mist. Half of HQ had dismissed it as them...enjoying themselves. The other half just clamped pillows over their heads or cranked up music until the sounds were inaudible.

Will, better known as Georgia, stopped when he saw the pair. He'd heard them. The walls were pretty thin, after all. "Wha' were y'all doin' in there all this time?" The looks on their faces made it pretty obvious, to him at least, but he wanted to hear it from the horses' mouths.

Ethan and Matt turned to each other with matching grins. As one, they looked back at the older state and simply replied, "Midnight Club Los Angeles." At the shock on Will's face, both burst out laughing. "What did you expect?"