I can do that
…looks around for a handsome Doper Male…
Aww, Zappo, I’d give you a spoon.
Hey…this is the first time I’ve walked into this room. (Gettin’ kinda messy now.) I’ve been watching the whole thing throught he window…much safer that way. 
Carry on all. 
:: coming in with a mop and bucket of water::
well, i guess it’s time to clean up this mess. now, where is that crunchy frog? he’s still covered in pudding.
::finds CF, swats him on the ass with a towel::
go on, you, you’re getting pudding all over the velvet sofa and the satin sheets. shower’s that way–>.
grumble grumble, slosh, swish damn pudding parties, what am i supposed to do with 6 silk scarves covered in chocolate pudding? grumble grumble
I dunno - you’re the one who sprayed the chocolate pudding all over the place!
And I bet that was right after you lit the fire in the Grail-shaped beacon, too.
head goes light… Then he hears…
Y’know, that ol’ RTFirefly always did have the best suggestions…
DIBS!! (snatches them out of zoot’s hand) I, ah…think I might know how to put these to some good use…
(With a mischeivous gleam in his eye, he leans in close to the lovely hardygrrl. )
What say you, m’dear? Your intriguing suggestions have assuredly piqued my interest, and I have just this moment laid hands on some items that could assist in exploring them. Care to accompany me to a secluded suite?
Mmmm… You certainly have a way with that tongue of yours. I don’t believe you missed a spot.
Now let me return the favor. Can’t have us all sticky now, can we?
::TP begins licking the chocolate pudding from RT’s fingertips, keeping her eyes locked with his as she slowly removes every last trace of pudding::
Sure thing Tygr…
::Zappo, hearing Ginger’s silk-on-velvet voice float through his Sinatra-induced state of meditation, nearly strangles himself in the headphone cord as he bolts up off the couch, tossing his copy of “The Economist” to the side.
Grabbing his bottle of bubbly in one hand and the flutes in the other, he suavely sidles over to the lovely Ginger, deftly two-stepping around the congealing puddles of chocolate pudding on the floor. Tearing her eyes away from his dazzling white smile, Ginger can’t help but notice that his immaculately tailored gray suit, white silk shirt and deep maroon tie are unsullied by chocolate pudding.::
Well, hi there!
May I buy you a drink? 
oops! think I wandered into the wrong room.
Have fun y’all.
OK, here’s the deal. I’m not much of a flirter, so what I’m gonna do is strip down until I’m buck nekkid, tie a blindfold around my head, and wait patiently until some lovely female decides to have her way with me.
Any takers?
::MsRobyn wanders into the room, sees a HOT guy in the room and notices he’s buck nekkid. She presses a hotel key in his hand, takes his other hand and leads him away…::
Robin
Heh heh heh.
::bends over in front of Airman Doors with his pants down and has Geobabe take a quick Polaroid picture::
There. Have fun explain that one to your commanding officer once you get your first duty assignment!
Since the party seems to be winding down, and the posters are wandering away to their own private hiding spots, Zanshin stands (admittedly with some difficulty) and takes celestina gently by the hand, smiling down at her.
“C’mon, you, let’s take this somewhere a little more… private.”
(Fade to black.)
<happy sigh>
I think I got some on your shoulder…
<wraps arm around Danimal’s waist, and starts licking pudding off his shoulder, moving slowly towards his neck>
I took that for as long as I could - about eight seconds - before I lost control.
Animal growl. Drop ankle. Grab Pucette-creature in bear hug. Cram mouth into mouth.
[sup]You just had to write something like that on a Friday night, right when I’m out the door, with no - I repeat - no internet access until Monday morning??? :D[/sup]
Is that Danimal or D’Animal?
Oh and let me add…
Rrrrrrrrowwwwwwrrrr!
Well Shibb, it’s 2 parts Vodka, 1 part Strawberry juice and 5 parts Hot Woman Sex Drive[sup]TM[/sup].
So, when do we get back to the hot liquid fucking?