The Gentleman's Club

*nods at Sandman*

Yesh, I'm fine, why would you ashk that??

Shilly.......

*continues to look for little shroom-induced fireflies*

Uh...you need some sleep syren.

and some coffee

yeah I didsh (hickup)

but the aliens don't know about it...*looks around

*points drunkenly with bottle "you all know what I mean ashhhhurrp"

Or a dose of water in the face--that always does the trick. Well maybe not always, but most of the time.

I think I may have taken shum drugsh......

Who shpiked my drink??

*waves tequila around wildly, then notices worm in the bottom*

Ooooohh............

Hey , syren, let me ask you a question , are you planning to dance tonight?

hi

she's trashed i doubt it

*stumbles up to Syren

Hello there (hickup) yer purrdy cute! wanna drink *hold up bottle and...I got somethin else for ya...*tries to roll joint

*forgets totally about fake fireflies, and tries to fish worm out of botle*

Shtoopid wormy, won't come out..........

*concentrates as hard as a mashed person can, tongue out and frown on face*

hey lm can i get you somthin to drink

heheh, look at the Gentlemen's club manager!!

Well uh...we can let the drunkies get on with their stuff...how bout them red sox this year?

😱

Weed..........

*nicks joint of pel and drops it on floor*

Oopshie.....

*look at Syren and has drunken moment of clarity

you need a hook to catch a worm! *stands up proud of his idea

she's the owner not manager and this is as drunk as i've ever seen her

Awww now the joint is on da floor. *looks at joint and ponders hoplessness of situation

*drops empty tequila bottle on floor, it smashes*

yesh!!

*punches air then drops onto knees, searching for worm and joint*

Heeey, I think that worm ran off with our weed Pel.........

Shtoopid Shmokin worm......