Apparently no one. Where did all the party animals go? I haven’t killed a thread this fast in a long time. 
Purplebear, no one wants to damage the uh, merchandise before Mr. Bear gets here. I for one don’t want him mad at me if you aren’t in any shape to meet and greet. 
Pshaw…
Wing nut parties? Who needs 'em?
::Swipes a beer, heads back to the ship::
Damned Swabbies, leaving puddles all over the floor, and smears of grey paint…Sheesh!
Scotti winds up with her pillow and lobs a long shot after ChiefScott, catching him squarely on the back of his retreating head. And sending 
air kisses in his general directions. Party Pooper!
Scotti unfortuately slips in the puddle left by the shipjockey, and whilst trying to catch her balance, manages to fall into Vestal Blue’s lap. OOPS!
heh heh
Oooofff!
Hmmmmmm… I’ve always wanted a Scotti…
a little cinnamon oil, m’dear? Or would you prefer the almond?
So HERE you are!
After I’ve been cooling my heels in the virtual massage thread for…well, days and days!!
I’ve missed you! And you missed the chance to laugh when my son got shipped to Diego Garcia!!
I’ll take a little of that cinnamon oil, Sweetie, right over here…