Munch uncomfortably adjusts his pants. As he sips his Blue Label, he double-takes as Geobabe begins unpacking toys the size and shape of things he’s only seen in really bad porno movies. He proceeds to snort Blue Label out of both his nostrils.
“Damn, I am NOT being hip right now. It’s been too long since I attempted hipness.”
He then waits for a more forward female to make the first move as he does the best to clear scotch from the inside of his nose.
Hey, Munch, I’m having a little trouble with this, um, appliance. I can’t seem to quite get it in the right spot. Can you give me a hand?
::glides over to Lindy, takes his hand and puts it firmly on her leather-clad hip, and runs her fingers across his chest, leaning up to whisper in his ear::
Doing much better now, darrrrrrling. So, care to dance? Or should I just go borrow some of Geo’s… playthings?
Nocturne SHOVES the bartender out of the way, handing Zanshin his seven-and-seven before mixing herself a Cosmopolitan. She sets it at the seat next to Zanshin and then leaps over the bar, straddling the stool easily, and smiles.
“I’M available,” the fetching vampish Nocturne replies.
::bobkitty puts a finger to Lindy’s full, pouty lips to silence his reply:: Hold that thought for just a moment, luv. I’ll be right back.
::with blinding speed and perfect catlike grace, bobkitty rushes to the bar and insinuates herself between Nocturne and Zanshin. Grabbing Nocturne by her beautiful hair, bobkitty gently- but insistently- pulls Nocturne’s head back and presses a kiss to her lips. Grinning slyly, she nuzzles Nocturne’s ear::
If you get bored, hun, just come on over to my corner of the room, 'k?
::sticking her tongue out at Zanshin, bobkitty disappears again before he or Nocturne quite register what’s just happened. Meanwhile, bobkitty slips back into Lindy’s arms::
Now, where were we?
Gulp.
I vote for both. How’s your mambo? 
[sub]We can get to the toys later.[/sub]
:sweeps bobkitty into his arms, then down for a dip that makes the onlookers gasp:
:sweeps her up again so their noses almost touch:
Ready?
Nocturne looks more than a little dazed from bobkitty’s kiss. “Oh hell yeah I will,” Nocturne murmurs before turning a dazzling smile on Zanshin.
“So, handsome…what’s your sign?” she purrs.
celestina enters and spots Zanshin sitting all by his lonesome. She approaches, sits down right in his lap, puts her arms around his neck, and gives him a BIG, long, wet, kiss. “So how you doing, Sugarpie?” She asks.
Hey, simul-flirt! Cool! 
I meant me and bobkitty. Not celestina and Nocturne. :o
Forgot me alreay, Geobabe? I’m hurt. And after I got the oils and everything. Well I see I’m not needed here. Verrain flounces off, or whatever the male equivalent of flouncing is.
::After calmly pondering the actions taking place in front of him, and finishing off the last of his cocktail, ThunderBunny assembles his ragged, rebellous, but sensitive-looking band members onstage. As they arrange their instruments, he confidently caresses the microphone.
::Finally, he pauses, and arches an eyebrow as if to test the waters in the room.
I’d like to dedicate this next number…
(dramatic pause)
to all of the new lovers out there.
[camcorder=on]
Musicat slides in hi-definition tape…
:::whirrr:::
Attention K-Mart Shoppers! Tape copies will be 4 sale in the lobby following the performance.
::::whirrrr:::
[camcorder heats up]
To be continued…
Geobabe, I’m stuck at work again tonight. Thanks to this little tidbit, I won’t be standing up from my workstation for the next few minutes…
BTW - Why do you people start the fun stuff when I’m not avaiable? Look, my work hours are 4pm-midnight (usually) Is it so much to ask that you wait for me now and then?
(Ok, I don’t expect anyone to really wait, but DAMN I always end up coming late to these things when flirters have already got their groove on.)
(Did I just use the phrase “got their groove on?” I need a nap.)
::bobkitty takes advantage of the situation, playfully nipping at the end of Lindy’s nose::
Ready for anything, luv. My mambo is a little rusty, but my salsa is… well… firey. Shall we?
::bobkitty flips her long red hair over her shoulder, laughing as Waverly falls over in his excitement::
Maestro… a little music, please!
Verrain, my dear, I think you forgot about me, since I quite clearly gave you an invitation some time ago. It’s not my fault you took too long and someone else jumped in! But hey, you can always try to make it up to me.
Don’t worry, Geobabe. I’ll warm him up for you.
Hey Arden, what say we make a li’l sammich out of him, eh?
:LindyHopper takes bobkitty on a whirlwind tour of the dance floor, starting with several quick spins, then a face-to-face freeze. A single droplet of sweat inches down bobkitty’s neck.:
Here, let me get that for you. Mmmmmmm…
Is it hot in here, or is it just you?
Ginger sits up out of Bill’s grasp just long enough to watch Verrain explode.