Chief! :o That’s you??? Then, um, where did VB’s hand go…
Wait…right foot yellow?? But that’ll push me right back into Chief…nevermind. 
My hand never left, Falcon; look down…see? The cinnamon oil just numbed you
Oh my…two handsome military guys fawning over me. I like this!! Hey purp! We gotta throw more parties!!!
overcome with emotion, Falcon swoons into the arms of…
|| … dropzone ||
Whoa, kinda hard to hold you with all the oil! Hey! Careful with that! It’s not a handle!
Look! It’s like it’s saying “Hi!”
No offence. It has a mind of its own. Think of it as a compliment.
I agree, more parties for this bunch! Quite a rowdy group. Just my kind!
Ok, now let’s see…right foot yellow… wait, that puts my ummmmmmm…oh, dear!..cleavage right in VB’s face. Oops! :o And, I think I may fall over here, mind if I hold onto you for a minute, Drop? <she says as she is wobbling precariously on outstretched legs with one hand behind her.
Left hand purple? oh, dear! I’m <grunt> not sure I can… There! I did it!
Oh, hi, Chief! Hehehhee…
Left foot green.
Left foot yellow.
Left foot green.
Left foot yellow.
Left foot green.
Left foot yellow.
Left foot green.
Left foot yellow.
Left foot green.
Left foot ye-ye-yellow!
OK! I’m done!
Purplebear, left foot yelloMphhhhmmmmph…!
Falcon honey, if you think I’m fawning now, just wait 'til Vegas!
Oh, dear. 'Scuse me, VB, I didn’t mean to put my…ummmm… in your face like that.
What was that? Left foot yellow…ok…<grunt> I…think…I …can…just…about…reach…<suddenly losing her balance> :eek:
Eeek!!! Loud crashing sounds ensue, bodies falling every which way… when they all come to a halt, purplebear finds herself partly on top of VB, and partly on top of dropzone, and one of her legs on Chief’s stomach. Is everyone alright? Oops. I guess I lost that round. Can somebody help me up? I need to get off these gentlemen. Ummmm… you know what I mean.
Shall we try again? Where’s everyone else? I need another drink!
“Hey! You got your face in my breast!”
“Hey! You got your breast in my face!”
::Pause::
In unison:
“Say! This is pretty good!”
Two great tastes, taste great together!
Girls! Tongue baths for the guys!
Blushing profusely, purplebear starts to apologize to VB, when she sees the look on his face. Oh! :o
Then, she tries to get up, only to realize that her squirming is having a different effect on the men beneath her and Falcon than she intended… Oh, dear…
Starting to yell for help, she suddenly realizes that this is kind of fun…and starts giggling at the thought… 
*Tries to get up but the combination of very-well greased bodies, everyone moving at once and a slippery plastic base makes it difficult. Grabs the person next to him to help himself up before realising it’s Falcon and he’s grabbed her near… let’s go, falls back down bringing everyone back to a tangled mess. Opens his eyes and… *
That’s a VERY nice bikini pb… but it’s a tad askew atm… offers to adjust it
“…it’s Falcon and he’s grabbed her near…”
Possibly, that should read “rear?”
I dunno, Chief…either version works for me. Especially if it was, say, VB or you grabbing me. (Oh lord…methinks I’m in trouble when I meet Chief.) And VB, I may not be going to Vegas…so get your fawning in now! (Not that I’ll mind it in person…)
Now then. trying to get herself out of the mess of bodies, falling against someone several times Let’s see…methinks I could use another drink before the next round. Falcon walks over to the bar, but is accosted by…
Er…I was comin’ in here cause purpy is such a sweetie, but now I see what a greasy twistification has ensued… Where the hell are the purple twister spots??? I’m lost. But, ya know, that cinnamon scent puts one in the disposition of creating some fine honeybuns.
Drizzle some more icing, Purp!
That’s me “drizzlin’ the icing!”
Fine…Chief moves on to someone else…
You’re still getting me back from not coming down to Norfolk, aren’t you?
Peeking through the broken door and unsure as to whether this is the right party, well it probably is but maybe this isn’t the best time to introduce oneself, Scotti decides to tiptoe off after leaving a Congratulations card.
"Congratulations on your 1000th post, purplebear! You really seem to be a sweet and loving-
(no, better not say that.)
lets see, how about giving-
(no,she may take that the wrong way, too.)
uh, friendly-"
oh, never mind. Just accept these best wishes for another 1000!
Scotti
Falcon, I’m here for you. ||bats his eyelashes in a boyish manner while he reaches around Falcon’s…||
Why thank you, dpr. It’s new. I… Oops!..<giggles> no, that’s ok, I can do it. I think. If I can just get my hand free from…oh! Sorry, VB, I didn’t mean to touch you…well, anyway. Finally getting free, and getting up, purplebear adjusts her top and heads for the bar for a drink.
Hello, elelle! Oh, I don’t know where they are, it looked purple from my angle. Maybe it was blue, who can say. The icing is right over here, go ahead and make as many as you like. And, ignore Chief over there, he’s having just too good of a time right now.
Spotting Scotti trying to sneak out, pbear yells to her: Where are you going? Come on back and have some fun! We’re just taking a break from the game for a minute. What’ll you have to drink?
Say, where’d everyone else go?