Orange wanders into the room.Jello?That is for common folk.She throws her pillow,it hits BYz!The Hersheys Kisses inside explode all over the house!
In a secret antechamber, the chief turns the thermostat to 55 degrees.
Turning about, he realizes that all the peep holes to the “pillow parlor” are taken by nasty old men with their pants around their ankles.
“Damn that link to the LBMB!” he says to himself as he turns the hose on voyeristic holier-than-thou pud pullers. They scamper away through a sewer grate.
Turning to the door, he slides back the deadbolt and pushes it open so bright daylight streams into the room.
He glances down the pathway, recognizing the familiar faces of the “regulars” – Coldfire, Doc Jackson, Unclebeer, Sqrlcub, Satan, ren-man, Atreal, Nickrz, GBS, Guanolad, Doc Fi, The Lio… Hey!!!
GBS, the line for contestants form on the other side of the building!!
“Gentlemen, please have your $20 ready, and keep it quiet! If Byz and Athena hear ya, I’ll have to split the profits with them. Beer and cups are on your left. Enjoy and welcome!” he hucksters.
*** Cyan hefts a pillow and takes a swing at Athena. She connects with a mighty pomph ***
All right! I’m the woman! Who else want’s some!
Cyan, you are naked and (presumably) oiled up, saying…
My question is, who in the world would pass up this offer?
With BIGGGG smile on face, running to the other side of the building…
Girlbysea (AKA: ChiefScott’s GBS)
Hey Byz.congrats on yer thousandth!I beat ya,by a few days!ha ha…whacking Byz’s oily bottom with her handsSMACK!!
kicking back with a beer and chatting with the Chief, who has also been oversea’s and is thus less impressed with naked pillow fights than your average man.
So Chief, what’s up?..Ready for the meeting next week?..
Holy shit! Stay away from the board for a few days and I miss this?
Why don’t you people tell me when this shit starts!
< dragging in a garbage bag filled to the brim with rolled up socks >
Alright y’all! $3 bucks a shot! Bean your favorite contestant in the arse! Only $3!
< Wings a quick combo off Athena’s head, and Byz’s ass >.
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.
dog pile on Sealemon!!!
Oh the horror! Nekid, oiled up wimmin piling up on me!
< Sigh > It’s good to be the king.
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.
Ouch! Who the hell’s throwing socks?
BRAACKKK
Yup. It doesn’t get much better’n this, Atreal. Now where’s your $20?
Wow!! Would ya look at GBS run!!!
Ya think we can get Falcon and GBS to do this again Friday?
Athena deftly grabs the beanbag bouncing off her well-oiled brow, and with a well-aimed throw, bounces it off Sealemon’s arse. Meanwhile, she secretly laughs to herself as ChiefScott rounds up the godders. “Damn them all to Hades, none of them worship ME!” she thinks, as she puts down her champagne and pate so lovingly prepared by Chef Troy. She jumps back into the fray, plomps Cyan with a pillow, and leaps back in surprise as the pillow bursts into a million feathers. Further inspection reveals that the pillow snagged on some body part of Cyan’s. Boy, it MUST be cold in here!
(Steps back in the room, this time with the missus)
Damn it, will someone turn the thermostat up! My glasses keep fogging.
(Licking some of the oil the gals are using off of his fingertips…)
Hey, this is tasty! Is this Orville Reddenbacher?
(Spits feathers out of his mouth.)
“You had me at ‘Hell no.’”
Orangecakes wrote:
Orange you naughty girl. Smacking Byz on the behind with your hand. Was it as good for you as it was for us?
Jeffery
Meanwhile, Vestal Blue, having finished a particulary vicious sortie against the Luftwaffe decides to join in the fun (you know how combat hikes the hormones!) while his faithful mechanic reloads the guns and patches the holes.
VB
TANSTAAFL!
Where IS Byz anyway!Come on out ya coward!(she slipped away…) 
Chief…only in your dreams, hon. Or if you get me drunk enough.
kicks back next to Coldfire, offers him some JD
“You are sweet, kind, and considerate… Like a grown up boy scout with tits!” - Brian, aka SDMB’s one and only Satan.
Hey, had to take my dad to the doctor but on with the show.
“OW! My ass! You MARKED my ass! No pillow for you, lady,” Byzantine says, getting orangecakes into a head lock. “Say it! Say Byzantine ROCKS! SAY IT!”
“And who the fuck keeps throwing sock– ah, Sealemon, we meet again for the first time.” Byzantine gives orangecakes a good hard squeeze and eyes the man across the room.