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

*sees kudos*
oh no, not you again...
*runs back out as fast as possible, so not to be turned back into random 1's and 0's*

*Kes shrugs, thereby accidentally depositing quite a bit if sand in the raygun's trigger mechanism, and jamming it. Totally unaware of his random angelic intervention, Kes moves slowly towards the bar, having suffered enough loud noises, bright lights and sudden movements for one hangover*

* PE emerges from under the chaise longue where she had been carefully tending to three or four virtual hangovers...

Aaargh! Better cure this hangover!

* Walks over to the aliens and orders a double-anything.

* shoeless, at the end of the world party...

* at least her lovely feet aren't suffering from hangover...

* they are only slightly bruised and pink like the people who'd watched the dancing yesterday...

Hello Peaceful, I was wondering where you had got to. Are you feeling as bad as I look?

Impossible!

I'm feeling quite lovely, thank you, so you must be alright.

Er, about last night ... if I remember some of it correctly ... I just wanted to tell you something now, while I'm relatively sober ...

Look - I know we got a bit carried away, what with the wine and the music ...

Nah, you're looking great.

How about a dance?

... but I want you to know - I would have done the same if I was sober ..
Well, actually, that isn't true - I wouldn't have, because I'd never have had the nerve, ... but I would have wished I had, so I'm glad we did.

* begone, simulpost!

Dance?
*Kes looks at the bar, considering the need for a fix ....
besides, the band is having a break ... dancing would be just silly ...*

A dance, Peaceful, I'd love to have this dance with you. Shall we? ...

Didn't I tell you? I think you have good nerves, really do...

Because you don't have to get drunk... I get forget you know,
I don't drink to forget, I forget to drink...

*They dance. Without the band, so Kes softly hums the "Party" theme. Without all the alcohol, they are making a much better job of it.

We never have to stop meeting like this, Peaceful.

* Wot?

I forget to post words too...

Think I eat them

Think maybe you're right...

And the floor isn't lurching around any more.

That's nice.

Hear the music?

... that's you...

*Second time round the floor .... they smile, whisper...
Peaceful moves Kes's right hand back up to where propriety says it should be - mustn't alarm the guests, you know*

Hmm, my feet are doing better than my head. How about you?

Feet?

Aren't we floating?


Yes, you must be right, let's dance a little more...

I meant what I said, Peaceful. I'm glad we ... we met up again.
I thought it was going to be one of those holiday romances - exchange addresses on the flight home, telephone a couple of times, then ... gone.
... and then we meet again here.

Yes - floating ... for just a little longer.