::Helps himself out his Supercostume::
I believe there was some mention of a back washing? Here… I found some really nice, expensive lavendar body lotion in Rue’s closet. It must be for guests! 
::turning around and tying her hair up out of the way::
So… any exciting plans for the weekend? 
::Letting the water pour over bobkitty’s back, gently sliding the soap over soft skin::
Nothing much, dearest. Seeing Martin Sexton in concert tomorrow night. Care to join me?
::Soft kiss between bobkitty’s shoulder blades::
Mmmmm… little to the left, there… ahh yes.
::rests her head on her knees::
Martin Sexton… didn’t he do Black Sheep? He used to play on the streets of one of my favorite hangouts… [sub]when I still lived somewhere cool[/sub] it would be nice to see him again. I’d love to go!
bobkitty, glad to hear it! I saved you a spot in the car, just in case.
bobkitty, Supe, I’m really glad you two are enjoying yourselves (‘Cause if you can’t enjoy yourself, who can you enjoy?), but you’re kinda creepin’ out everyone else.
Now, as much as I like the view of a wet, shiney kitty, the both of ya really need to re-robe.
And has anyone seen my car?
-Rue.
What kind of taillights did it have? 'Cause I saw the backend of a car sticking out of some water in the back, but I didn’t get the license number.
Oh, and do you have any more blank tapes for your camcorder? I have some great footage of a wet kitty and a superhero in your bath. I think she must have fell in and he’s trying to save her, because he was licking her fur. Your supposed to do that with cats, aren’t you?
Now, look… there are strategically placed bubbles here, so I don’t want to hear a word out of any of you. 
oooooh, bubble bath! i love bubble baths!
dives into mounds of bubbles, splashing Superdude and Bobkitty
Wheeeeeeeee… er, was i interrupting something? sorry…
Yow, i said i was sorry! ow, ow, ow!!!
Cougarfang jumps out of bath, with Superdude and Bobkitty, still dripping suds, in hot pursuit
jumps up into chandelier
nyah, nyah, strategically placed bubbles, HAH!
Ow, ow! yow! owch! sounds of things getting thrown
sound fades away to other parts of house
(zoogirl finds the phone again, wipes off a few bubbles, and dials–Hi Hon, How’s it going? Oh right on! So who’ve ya got? Dave, right-hey, he’s gonna stay on the stage this time, right!? You can’t drum from the dance floor! Oh great! Little John! Man, can that guy play! And you’re on bass… hey did you get Jamie? He knows all the new stuff-Good! So where’s Frankie? Don’t tell me, he’s been stealing soap again! You’d think since we finally stopped calling him Bubbles… Can you borrow bail from your Mom? OK! It’s a darn good thing that boy can sing! Well, haul ass! Oh, what about gear? You did WHAT? Hocked the VCR to get out the stuff?! Oh well, whatever works!)
Okay, everyone! The band will be here in half an hour! They’ve got their gear, and Frankie’s bail, and they’re ready to rock!
(Dialing again-Hey Hon! I almost forgot! Tell Frankie to say “Hey” to Rue’s Uncle Carl! Bye!)
Uh. Zappo? About paying your fines while you’re still sober? Too late!
Hey zoogirl, what’s your sign?
Hey, no fair! You’ve been on the “Guess Dopers Signs” thread, haven’t you! Either that, or it’s the hokeiest line I’ve heard since the Seventies!
::bobkitty grabs Cougar’s tail between her teeth, easily hanging on as the larger cat runs through the house::
See? There are advantages to being a smaller kitty. And to not having a tail. 
::digging her claws into the floor, bobkitty manages to trip up Cougar. Quickly scampering up Cougar’s prone, slightly dazed, body, bobkitty playfully bites her ear::
That’ll teach you to splash others. Hateful critter.
::looking back down the hallway::
Umm… Rue? Sorry about your house. I think the bubbles and water will clean up okay… and those vases and pictures and assorted knick-knacks are probably replaceable. But I can’t say that it’s going to be easy to get those claw marks out of the floor. And the wallpaper. And I think you’re going to want to re-hang that chandelier… Cougar here hit it pretty hard. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go and… ARE THOSE FROGS??? AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
::bobkitty climbs up the curtains and positions herself on top of a nearby bookcase::
Make 'em go away… please… please… please…
“Um… yeah that is my truck in the back yard Rue, we were…um…bringing in some more beer. Sorry about the hedge, I’m sure it’ll grow back.
No, those aren’t tail fins in the pool, that’s someone’s…inflatable pool toy, yeah that’s right.
Why am I dragging all this chain? Didja ever try to push a chain? Actually…uh…I collect chain, it’s kinda a hobby of mine. Nice isn’t it?
Now you just go back in and enjoy your party and I’ll go replant those rose bushs myself, Don’t worry about a thing.”
::grabs another bottle of Scotch and heads for the pool::
Well, I’ve had enough of this “host” stuff. If anyone needs me, I’ll be parked in my recliner, swilling rum.
Bumbazine, you have fun with your little chain, and don’t sweat the roses. I hate the suckers. They jump out and grab me when I mow. So every three weeks or so, I get a bunch of scratches all over my arms.
Don’t bother me unless there’s a fire. sniff, sniff Do I smell smoke? Don’t bother me unless there’s a fire that’s out of control. You figure what “control” means.
bobkitty, if Supe won’t save you from those bad old froggies, come sit in my lap. You’ll be perfectly safe there. I have a flyswatter to keep the frogs away.
-Rue. (who needs a drink)
Originally posted by Rue de Day
Maroon, am I?
Okay, so Ice Wolf is all girl. I don’t need her to elaborate on that, do I? I mean, she couldn’t be part girl and part boy, could she? Well, she wouldn’t have a female shape and “boy parts” where I couldn’t see them, would she?
I think I’ll try sweet-talking the ladies and quicken their pulses about 5 beats per minute, and see what ensues from that.
:D:p:)
:: TB enters from the den, with a half-finished rum and slurpee
Rue, I am heartily impressed with your Lego[sup]tm[/sup] collection. I hadn’t realized that you were into them so much. I mean, that working Lego[sup]tm[/sup] pinball machine was just over the top.
My word, what a mess. I must have missed out on quite a bit. Bubbles on the floor, orange creamsicle stains everywhere, half-clothed bobkitty in the curtains, fully clothed cougarfang hanging from the chandelier. And there’s this long thread on the floor… maybe if I follow it back I’ll catch up on what all has happened…
Oh, well, to heck with that. Anyone for a game of ultimate twister?
I’m glad you like the pinball machine, T.Bunny. I thought the square ball would slow down the play too much, but it seems to work nicely.
What’s your high score? (And no, I don’t mean “Did you ever get lucky while under the influence”.)
-Rue.
Cartooniverse strolls in. GOSH this looks like a jim-dandy party. The scent of freshly-melted Orangesicles[sym]Ô[/sym] floods his nostrils. Ahh, the sensation of it all.
Never one to arrive at a party empty-handed, he throws open the large burlap sack at his feet. Out comes a dozen or two of the finest imported [sym]q[/sym]'s. Rarely has such a sight been seen outside of Philadelphia- long recognized as the hotbed of home-made [sym]Û[/sym], [sym]Ý[/sym] and the rare but curiously gratifying [sym]ß[/sym].
The group filters through, sampling the odd [sym]x[/sym] from the tray laden with delicacies. GingeroftheNorth belches appreciatively as she gobbles down several of the frozen [sym]Q[/sym]'s that she finds in a heap. Lips smeared with dark chocolate and thick creme, she moves on slaked…and on the prowl.Rue de Day keeps strolling by, trying NOT to look like he’s staked a personal claim on the bowl of batter-fried [sym]W[/sym]'s that he found.
Resplendant in a sheath of finest crinoline, Cartooniverse sits back, suffused with the joys of fellowship with his dear Dopers. His eyes close in a soothing moment of calm, only to feel a velvet mouth pressed to his own, attached to the sublime and enthralling [sym]Å[/sym]. His eyes fly open, and a raw gasp escapes his throat.
she said, gazing at him with a steady firey demeanor.
He leaps to his feet, strides to the CD player. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a huge [sym]Y[/sym]. Wrong pocket. He pulls out a tattered CD of the **Rocky Horror Picture Show ** sound track. She says she’ll prance if I dance? Will she jump to the left, and then step to the right? Will she glow if I shine the right light? Will she dare to [sym]¥[/sym] if I turn suddenly and in a moment of bloodlust, dare to [sym]å[/sym]???
Candles were quickly lit as the denziens moved into place. The partygoers wiped bespattered hands and scraped the now-sticky bits of tattered [sym]P[/sym] from their hands and stood still, awaiting the first strident note that would throw them into paroxysms of orgiastic joy.
At some point, the neighbors called the [sym]D[/sym] but instead of breaking things up, they just stepped into line without missing a beat.
Time stood still and the Bristol Stomp stood aside as the Time Warp [sym]ä[/sym] took the room by rage…