h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Ah but then I would never have learnt to tango like that.

*DD leads Joanna towards the Dinning room*

*Cheezdanish enters the dancefloor, wearing a purple gown of satin so thin it could serve as the stuff of a nightgown, with a low back and thin straps. A single diamond pin flashes on her shoulder. It is her only piece of jewelry.*

Good evening, DD, Joanna. Fancy meeting you here. How're the drinks?

Open bar need I say more.

I wonder if they have any drinks to match my dress?

*whispers*

What are you two doing here? Not spying on the opposition, are you? 'Cuz that'd look really bad... as your attorney general, I have to protest...

*regular voice*

Stunning tango you two...

Welcome Cheezdanish! You look fabulous!

Ah, thank you, Redbeard...

*does the air kiss thing*

Thanks CD, no we flet we'd better be here best way to keep tabs on some of the others.

Have a drink or dance... you are also welcome to join the dinner in the dining room if you wish. Let me know if I can do anything for you.

Ahhh... Very smart...

Well, I'm going to see if they make a purple margarita of any sort. Excuse me...

*Glides over to the bar.*

*sees CD approaching her direction at the bar*

Hi Cheezdanish! This Barbot can make any drink you like. He's fab.

*Affy returns from his absence of a few hours. He's carrying his Bari-Saxophone. He walks over to the conductor of one of the two bands and whispers something. Grinning, Affy sits with the band that begins to play "What Is Hip?" by Tower Of Power*

Alright Affy! Nice sax chops!

...and on the other dance floor some of the party celebrants get ready to do The Chicken Dance.

Music can be heard at http://members.tripod.com/~Iggy_Pop/chucklechickendance.html

lol

'night, all.

Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Very funny, Loony!

I think.

Night Witty. Here have a chicken wing to go.

*"What Is Hip" ends in a fantastic end of song type thing, the band starts playing something not unlike the Pink Panther theme, and Affy packs up the Bari-Sax*

*emerges from the still-faintly-visible-but-slowly-diminishing haze of fog on her half of the dance floor, and heads to the bar for a restorative*

*Pushing and grinding his way through the pit, Fruity emerges with his smoking jacket off, revealing a slightly moist, but still fine ruffled dress shirt, suspenders and a black bow tie*

This side seems a little calmer... Shirley Temple please, barbot.

*motions to band* Howsabout we begin a little swing dancing. Something to get jazzed to....anyone care to join?

*upbeat big band number starts playing, Fruity grabs a brown suede fedora, waiting for a partner*