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<Dancing with Fanfic Lady and the dozens of other people who rawk the dancefloor>
Throughout the night expect random Lady Gaga bits for you, Fanfie!
<stops dancing to grab a passing tray of grapes and a bottle of champagne>
Ah, a hot bath I've yet to partake in! This one's more secluded, but never let it be said I haven't tried them all!
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The next morning the Villa is littered with bodies passed out from alcohol consumption, sex and partying. Bottles and fruit are everywhere. Lardy and Esmeralda(s) are sleeping on a couch while Dev and Elle are snuggling in a secluded area.
A few are still awake: Hrun, the Minotaur, Porn Queen, Cobalt Kid, the servant girls and Old Dutch, the Super-Cow are playing a game of strip poker. Cobie wears nothing but a Viking helmet and one boot; he's now drinking gin on the rocks.
*hic*
Okay, Dutch, this is udder nonsense. You can't have a royal flush again.
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"come Hrun, they are having a gladiatorial competition in the pool and I've signed us up as companions! We are battling the dreaded Amazonian sisters of Sappho and the stakes are high!"
Cobalt chugs the gin, bites into an orange slice (eating the skin and all) and heads off to battle!
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