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

* Hands Apollers a white feather...

*Saturn Girl borrows Red Dog's top hat for the evening, having forgotten her's at home when she ran out the door, not wanting to be late*

You gents better be planning on showing me a good time. Does anyone have some Jones Soda? And what music's playing? I need a dance partner!

*offers Saturn Gel his arm and signals to the big band on the stage*

Redders the name old stick *bows*

The old pins are shaky but I'm willing to chance it for the chance to cavort with a piece of top totty like yerself . Have I mentioned how much I like the outfit . Met a Gel like you once in the Biltz you know - terrific sport. Splendid - Tally ho !

*The band strikes up some swing music and they take to the floor*

*Saturn Girl chews on her lip, distressed at the fact that she forgot to stick her babbel fish in her ear as she ran out the door. She does the best she can to decode the strange meathod of speaking that Red Mutt seems to have picked up since he entered this room*

* and twirl around the room, calling hellos to everyone*

*sea, unobserved by all, lifts her skirt on one side and pulls a pocket dictionary out of her garter, and tries to keep up*

Sea, you're a hussy

No, Red Dog's a hussy! See his nickname?

Naw... he's just of the male gender... they're all like that.

Bless you gels, but I think you'll find that old Redders is actually a 'hussar' - not a 'hussy'. Easy mistake for the weaker sex to make, and all that, what?

Got to love the ladies, sweet innocent things...

*looks up(Way up) suspiciously at *
Sigh, of course. How could I forget?

So, when does the floor show begin???

*Busterbone falls from the ceiling crashing into the chandelier and landing on his head, with his ceremonial kilt in disarray*

Whoops sorry about that chaps. Must have taken a wrong turn out of the gents.

I say, what an absolutely spiffing turnout!!

*secretly empties a bottle of scotch and a bottle of rum into the punch*

I think a knees up is required. I say Bandleader how about a rousing version of "Knees up Mother Brown"*

*ambles over to Ex-rambling*

I say, you look a fine filly donchknow!! How about tripping the light fantastic with an old warhound like me??

And by the way although I am glad to see you, that is in fact an elephant gun in my pocket.

Buster, you lod sot! How yer doin! I'll be happy to!
Just make sure to keep the safety on yer "Pocketful of happiness";
I just bought this sheet!

Woo Hoo! *Spins around the room with old Busters.*

* Polidari is helped over to a seat at the side by his man, sits down, has a quick and waits for a 'Gentleman's Excuse Me'.

*Burp* scuse me

You sir, are no gentleman!

... and you Sirrah, are no dancer !

*adjusts cummerbund and whisks Saturn Gel around the floor*

I, however, am!
*takes sea by the hand and escorts her to the dance floor*

Shall we, madame?

The Kid swagers in sportin his leather duster. checks out the joint.nice maybe