Well, we’ve got a roaring fire in the middle of the living room. Truly, there is only one thing to do.
And I’m just drunk enough to do it.
<strips off clothes, begins dancing naked around the bonfire in a ceremonial rain dance>
If I could only find a version of these moves that applied to liquor, we’d be set.
Wide Eyes Ohhhhh… FIRE!!! walks hypnoticly toward the fire
Right, starkers it is, then.
:: Starts taking down his shorts ::
Umm, y’know, Arden, I am actually kinda bashful. I, ah… really aint used to solo nekkidness. I do hope you’ll join me amongst the quivering greenness.
OH MY GOD!:eek: THE CHIA FLOOR IS ON FIRE!
Heh,huh,huhheh,huh FIRE!!,huh,heh,huh,huheh
“Hej! Fire! It calls to my Green heart.”
Sunspace carefully sets his rather pungent hiking boots aside in a corner, rips off the rest of his travel-stained clothing, sets it and his pack with the boots, and starts dancing around the fire with Arden, Tygr, Jester and Whammo.
Suddenly he shouts, “How are we going to get some freakin’ atmosphere around here with those lights on!?”, ducks away to his backpack and pulls out two ball-bearings and a slingshot.
He looks up and grins. “…And don’t ask how I got these through Customs.” He takes aim at two lights, shattering them and bringing some welcome dimness to the living room. “There. Much more Pagan.”
He resumes dancing, and starts to sing loudly offkey in an unfamiliar language.
“Ow! Fek’! The freaking carpet is on fire!” Sunspace dances back to the corner, pauses to put his boots back on, and starts to dance around the room.
Someone else yells in a perfect Monty Python accent, “It’s just a little one.”
“Yeah, well someone’s gotta take care of it, and I haven’t paused since the morning.” He takes aim…
<long since naked, thinkexhibitionist strolls toward the fire and begins grilling some pork chops, burgers and hot dogs>
Good thing I can’t get singed 
Did someone say something about dancing?
<extending a hand to the nearest Doperette>
“Shall we dance? A tango, I think.”
:::Persephone smears mustard, ketchup, and relish all over her body in ancient ritual fashion:::
I feel so…free.
:::spears a weenie with a stick:::
Oh look! A Magic Weenie Wand! Wheeeeeeee!
Ok, thinksnow, but my tango’s a bit rusty. Try not to hurt yourself on the rose between my teeth.
Uh. The rose is supposed to go in your teeth, hun. Isn’t it uncomfortable there?
OK, who’s doing the summoning, now ?
[sub]and can you make sure that whatever you summon brings its own booze ? We’re running a little short here ?[/sub]
If THIS is being a PEGAN, I FORSAKE my GOD!!! Whooooopie!!! dances around, lathering with condements
[sub]Jesus if you’re reading this, that was just a joke, I don’t mean that, but you knew that.[/sub]
Whew…thanks Arden. I feel much better now…wait! Where’d she go?
Oh…over there with Tygr in the Jell-o-tub. Hmmm…
Oh, well. Since everyone else is getting into the whole “Lord of the Flies” spirit (minus the pig-spearing and bloodlust), I guess it’s OK if I strip down too…
Persephone!! Is that relish?
[sub]Dill or sweet?[/sub]
“Er, well actually Whammo, you don’t have to forsake anything… [sub](moment of lucid thought) I hope I don’t get into trouble with this[/sub] …but that’s your affair.”
Sunspace pauses and realises he’s a little hungry and thirsty. He dances over towards Persephone and says something that ends with, “…and I bow to your beauty.”
He bows, still in motion.
“Would you be kind enough to hand me a…”
Suddenly his expression changes as he sees the weiner speared on a twig from the oak tree. ::wince::
“…one of those sticks?”
-snags a few jello shots before stripping and joining the dance around the fire- I feel so so… carefree all of a sudden! -jumps in startlement when a demon appears before her- Uhh hey… d’you bring liquor like I was asking? -grins when he holds it up- Alright! Hey peeps I got more alkehol here! -starts handing out bottles before snagging a couple and scooting to a nice warm spot not too close to the bonfire- Hey can someone roast me something to eat? I don’t know if I can stand too close to the fire to cook something without ahem roasting something else.
Oh Iguana Boy… I don’t think sheep care for the sacrament of marriage. I mean look at how faithful they really are! They wander off at any chance they get. Just have you fun without the priests… besides I don’t know if he’d like to join in.
What fun is dancing Skyclad around a fire without homemade strawberry mead?
Everybody feel free to grab a mason jar, but be carefull, I am not sure how strong this stuff is.
“Cool! Mead! I’ve never had mead before… Thank you!”
Sunspace takes a jar of mead and drinks. He slows down and looks towards the couch. At that moment, someone else drops into it, and the couch makes a clearly-audible squelching noise.
“Oh man, I am not looking under those cushions…”
He moves back towards the firelit dancers.
Why does this not surprise me? 
Bunny, hypnotized by the fire and the dancing bevy of flesh, pulls off her dress and walks towards the fire.
Brr, I’m cold. Can you tell?
:warms her fanny then turns around:
Ahhh, that’s better. Hey Pers, toss me that mustard. I’m lacking in the decoration department. Hmm, I can’t seem to get my back decorated. Help, please.
:takes a big gulp of strawberry mead, a small portion of which she promptly spills on her toes:
Oh, I’m sorry about the spillage. I seem to have a problem with that!
Dude! I started a pagan ritual! Now THAT is something to be proud of!
But, guys? I just noticed…in addition to torching Coldie’s house, I think we pretty much burned down his entire neighborhood, too…
So you know what that means…
Total destruction! Whoo! Everybody do a shot!
<takes a swig of mead>
Whooooo! Thash shum good shtuf…
<collapses in a heap>
Hey, BunnyGirl? You spill some mead as the cup leaves your mouth and expect us to believe that the first place it lands is your feet?
Well, if that’s what you say, I guess you’ll find a willing fetishist ready to lick the spillage from your tootsies. But may I suggest that if you want it licked up, there’s other places you can spill onto that I guarantee will net you a fervent volunteer tongue-bath…
:: peeks out of other room ::
Strawberry Mead? Pagan rituals? Never had either. Sounds like fun.
:: drags a heavily-bandaged Astroboy out of other room and sets him up in comfy armchair (at least one that hasn’t been burned or vomited on) ::
What’n the hell happened to the carpet? Got a little singed, eh?
:: joins in the dancing ::