It’s really gotten warm in here hasn’t it? :eek:
Obviously contribuetd to by the bonfire in the kitchen.
Old man, watch it, you’re going to give yourself a heart attack.
seeing it’s time to leave
Gimme my Firebird keys!!!
And I the only one in here with a shirt on?
::takes off shirt:::
That’s better.
Old man…?
Old man?!?!
Why, I’m gonna show you, you …you…30 year old! 
Group Picture!!!
::knocks on door::
Hey y’all, I was just driving by and saw the cars…mind if I grab a brew?
God, I love those white men’s shirts, they fit just perfectly, well except for top three bottons, oh, well, everyone is out on the porche…I’ll just sit here and drink all the martinis…Kyth…and Anast…wanna dance?
Hey EvilAsh, come on in. Margaritas are by the goat, if there’s any pizza left it’s on the floor of the 911. Careful about Inigo, just step over him or if you’d rather, grab a Sharpie and sign him somewhere.
It appears the floor show is about to start, that’s where I’ll be…
And don’t mind the goat, we think he’s just allergic to spray paint, he’ll be fine.
::rings margarita from goat fur into salted glass, takes a sip::
Ahhhhh! You can really taste the goat!
Hey Anaamika, Kythereia, Snakescatlady how y’all d… :eek:
What the…did I pass out for a minute? I didn’t even drink anything yet!
Realizes he is totally nekkid, looks over at Anaamika, Kythereia, Stasia & Snakescatlady Blushes. Blood drains from face as it is required elsewhere
Oooooooooh dearohdearohdear…How do I get into these situations!? Listen, I need a massive margarita and a shirt, maybe some pants.
Who’s up for a game of Twister?
Oh hey…uh, welcome back Inigo…
About the car…um, well see, it’s like this…
Hey, look a shiney quarter!!!
Looks out at the car. Sighs. Drains margarita. Gets another
LEFT HAND, BLUE!
I am tempted to laugh, but that would be terribly mean. However, if you put some pants or shirt on, I will laugh and point and point and laugh.
In fact, everyone get nekkid! Everyone who doesn’t is an old fuddy-duddy. Here’s your chance to prove your youth, Mr. Bus Guy!
Who’s up for shots?
hung over - stumbles out of bedroom
Looks around at tangle of nekkid flesh asleep all over living room.
Empty bottles line the counter. Pizza boxes and wing remnants on the kitchen table. Stereo still playing quietly in the background.
*stumbles back into bedroom - nudges warm naked woman in bed and crawls back in under covers.
I am NOT cleaning this up!
sighs, reaches out from under the covers, snaps fingers
everything whizzes back into its proper place
So this is what it feels like to pass out playing naked twister eh?
What the hell, it’s kinda warm nudged in here, and no one seems to be stirring yet, so I’ll just lie back down here…
Uh…Quicksilver. Where are your hands…?!
G’morning… How you doin’?! 