It's Luau Time

[fikgirl]

Who: Faith Lehane
When: Day 38, Night: The Luau
Where: Camp Crash II
Invited: Everyone
Status: Complete (action moved to another thread

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[Scott] I am not *hic* drunk! ... Much. (cont'd)

[starborn_scribe]

Locke and Daisy grinned at Scott and his pig-headed wife. "We were wondering if anyone would join us," Locke said over the indie rock ballad pouring from the speakers

[Daniel] Sitting on the Fence

[fikgirl]

Watching Scott and Dean pay homage to the 80s and every horrible break dancing movie that ever graced, and Daniel did use the word 'graced' lightly, the big screen, Daniel chuckled and gave thanks that he was not that drunk. Granted, Dean might have been perfectly in character, but Scott had to be drunk to come that far out of his shell and perform like a teenager

[Stephen] Not a drunken white boy

[cbeckett_md]

No Stephen had never been one to miss a good party, especially when there was dancing involved. The good doctor was a pretty good dancer though admittedly any of the music shuffling through was going to be considered an oldie to him... not necessarily a goodie, but an oldie.

Stephen grabbed himself a drink and looked around the grouping. He gave a nod to Susan, but he figured Marcus would occupy most of her time. A quick calculation of couples and the like left Stephen with one option, and that was dance with himself.

Stephen began swaying to the music, only taking a quick moment to get an idea on the basic beat. He had to shake his head at the other gentlemen. Dancing like that only ended up in very old holo-vids and Stephen wasn't about to try and emulate it.

[Frank] Just here for the food and alcohol

[cbeckett_md]

Frank is mostly here to get more of that tehrapeutic liquor into his system. He has grabbed a drink and now he just needs a place to sit. He spots McKay and heads nearby, settling into a spot on the ground a bit aways from the doctor, but still within sight.

Frank shook his head at the music and the dancing, "Some things should remain in the 80s." Frank took a swig of his drink and just leaned against a tree. No way was anyone getting him out on the dance floor unless she was incredibly hot.

[Gene]

[sophiedb]

Gene wandered around the outskirts of the party zone, alien nibbles in hand. He presumed they were alien anyway, however weird it was to imagine that two planets had come up with the idea of jellybabies. Aliens and other planets were bad enough, although - on reflection - he might have had a harder time without getting his head around Dorothy over there first. Either way, jellybabies = bite the head off first. Tasty

[Frank]

[cbeckett_md]

Frank laughed at the comment, wincing slightly as he did so. He was still walking wounded and hadn't had enough to drink to completely dull the pain. At least he didn't look like a lobster anymore. He took another swig of his drink and looked up at Gene, "Well true it doesn't get much better. The 90s weren't much better and some of the new stuff is just as bad. Music is just going down the crapper, though sometimes if you ignore the words the beat isn't half bad. It only sounds like a walrus getting run over by a truck, which is way better then a tone deaf walrus and an alarm clock as far as sounds go."

He does take a handfull of nibbles, "Thanks. I should probably find the food soon, but I don't think I've had enough alcohol to really appreciate a good pig roast."

Frank offered his hand, "Frank Parker. I was the big crash a few days ago in the wee hours of the morning. The big blue ball on the outskirts of town is mine."

[Gene]

[sophiedb]

"Is it now?" He'd avoided that thing like the plague, like so much else, but shook Frank's hand nevertheless. The kid wasn't to blame for bringing back his war-time memories of Manchester being bombed. "Gene Hunt, and there's no such thing as enough alcohol as far as I'm concerned. This lot rescued me n that lad over there from some mad scientists a while back."

He waved towards the dance mats, then squinted. Was that Tyler getting friendly over there? The last time he'd seen Tyler on a dance floor he'd gotten all excited over so-called celebrities. Gene hadn't been too impressed himself, but the views were excellent - as was this one. Nice looking bird, he supposed, but hopefully this one wouldn't drug the divv, handcuff him to his bed and take naughty photos.

(Sammy boy - and Gene *face!palm* - dancing *lol*)

"Does the name Marc Bolan mean anything to you?"

OOC giggles

[starborn_scribe]

Great YouTube clip! :)

[Frank]

[cbeckett_md]

Frank grinned at Gene, "Nice to meet you, and I agree. There is no such thing as enough alcohol." Frank would rather have not crashed. He's still feeling the effects a few days later after all.

The last question has Frank scanning his useless stores of knowledge. The man has a photographic memory. What goes in, stays in. Frank closed his eyes a moment, "Songwriter and guitarist from the 70s, right? T Rex and Ride a White Swan... At least that's about all I remember." He could probably recite the lyrics to a couple of songs, and give more information but at the moment he'll leave it with that.

[Ivanova] Drive by!

[lost_mckay]

Passing by the pair talking, Commander Susan Ivanova had a seat picked out for herself, but that didn't stop her from offering a brief comment as she made her way towards Marcus. Dr. Franklin was in the sand, laughing, and she was leaving the scene, as it were.

"Nice to meet you, and I agree. There is no such thing as enough alcohol."

"Carry on, Lieutenant," is offered in a dry, amused tone. This was a party, after all. "Detective..."

[Frank]

[cbeckett_md]

Frank turned and grinned at Ivanova, tossing a salute to her, "Thank you ma'am. I'll be sure to drink one in your honor."

Frank then turned back to Gene, "Well it seems I will definitely be having way more. That sounded rather like an order and I can't well go against a direct order, now can I?" Admittedly this was one order that Frank wouldn't have a single problem obeying.

The Luau Continues . . .

[fikgirl]

The party is here

[Faith] Finally!

[fikgirl]

Faith loudly clapped her approval when Dr. Hotness took a spot on the dance floor, dancing alone. She wiggled back against Daniel's very solid chest behind her, half-deliberately squirming in just the right way, until she could tilt her head back against his shoulder and look up at him."Now see, Dr. Hottie is all about the confidence

[Gene] (tag a Doctor, any Doctor? Companion'll do!)

[sophiedb]

Squinting through his beer goggles, Gene couldn't believe his eyes. Not that this was uncommon in this neck of the woods - he spent half his life ignoring the weirder aspects, like the fact that he was here at all - but he was pretty sure that something unusual was going on here. Unusual in a good way, even if it did make him feel melancholy for the missus, and that made it something worthy of attention

[Nine/Rose]

[purplerhino]

The Doctor actually laughed and he felt as much as hear Rose giggle into his shoulder.

"Sounds like Herovoxian Grubart. It's a bit like champagne, only the Herovoxian's atmosphere is mostly helium. It'll wear off in a few minutes. But you have to admit it tastes amazing."

Rose was still chuckling. "You could have given some warning, yeah?"

"Now where's the fun in that?" The Doctor winked at her, then grinned at himself... his older self. The It was a good thing he'd left the really hard stuff back on the TARDIS.

[Gene]

[sophiedb]

"You know, they do say that talking to yerself is the first sign of madness," Gene grunted, looking from one alien ponce to the other. He did not squeak. "Laughing with 'im could be the last, if you get my meaning."

Stomping off to find a corner where he could wait for the booze to wear off, Hunt passed the so-called dance floor.

"I've seen bodies with rigor mortis pulling better moves than that," he snarled - or tried to.

Time to head back to the assorted crates of alcohol. There had to be something in that pile that he could wash that Hexi..grubby.. whatever it was down with!