> > "Sure.", he answered walking over with a fresh piture of the lovely green > drink. "Looks like you ladies need a refill.", Garibaldi said on arriving. > He topped off each of the ladies glasses, making sure that there was some > for Lucas as well. > > > > "This is what I call a vacation. Frosty margaritas, lovely ladies, and > cool sea breezes. This is liven.", the grin was back.... > > "Yesh... sir..." Lucas agreed, slurring his words not just a little, tipping > his glass to the admiral. "You've probably... known your shhhare of > beautiful ladies and cool sheea breezes, haven't you shir..." > > "Of course. I've made it an artform, Lucas.", Marcus answered taking a sip from his own glass, kissing the hand of a fine young woman. "You know..., you should try and do this more often, lad. You work hard, and you should play hard as well."
"I would, shir..." Lucas replied, "Sho much works to doo, you knows. Very importants shtuff, since Shrana... Sickbay... Spacedock... Venasssianssss..... Generals Aassssmon..." With that, Lucas's head nodded onto the shoulder of his lovely date (who seemed to find this more than amusing) and he passed out. (Admiralssh? Shmaybe times to shtumble back to sssshpacedock???) -s _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://mail.scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com
