The 70's Party Dancefloor!

[Domick]

Bec: *Heads over to the bar, hoping a drink might erase the disturbing mental image of Rushton dancing*
Bec: DO, another UPD. Perhaps several UPDs.
DO: Is everything alright?
Bec: Just trying to erase a bad mental image.
Domick: I would have thought Rushton dancing would be a good mental image for you, Beccy dearest. You being madly in love with old bacon boy.
Min: *Warningly* Dom, remember what happened last time you teased her about Rushton?
Dom: Ah. Yes.
Bec: And Dom?
Dom: Yes?
Bec: Never, ever call me Beccy!
Dom: Yes Beccykins.
Bec: *Bangs head against bar*

[Arien]

Arieo: ..................... *slowly backs away from Rushton* THIS IS NOT GROOVY AT ALL!

[DragonMornir]

* AM sneaks up behind Rushton and pushes him, making him fall over in the middle of the dancefloor because a drink had been spilt*

[Rilla]

Is it sad that I know more about 70's music then music from today?

*boogies down with Persimmon, laughing at Rushton*

[Min]

No way Rilla, given the music of today...that's not sad at all. I commend you!

*boogies past a fallen-over Rushton, who's having trouble getting back up in his 3-inch platforms*

[Domick]

Bec and Domick: *Are laughing uproariously at Rushton*
DO: Guys! Someone's going to have to clean that up now!
Domick: Why? Rushton's done a great job with his face!
Bec: Damn, I wish I'd brought a camera. *Watches Rushton, who is still struggling to rise in his platforms*

[Cookie Lover]

"Heres one!"
*hands over TV remote*
"Damn! I knew I forgot something!"

[Domick]

Bec: *Sips her drink, watching various people dancing and Gevan-as-security berating Rushton for 'causing a disturbance'*
Domick: Beccykins?
Bec: ...
Domick: Beccykins?
Bec: ...
Domick: Fine then. Bec?
Bec: *Sweetly* Yes Dom?
Domick: Seeing as you won't start a fight with Rushton for my entertainment, how about dancing with me?
Bec: Certainly. *Grabs Domick's hand and runs onto the dancefloor to join the masses*

[Madame Kat]

Kat: *Yawns* Servin' drinks be some tough work... *Sits down and puts her feet up.*

DO: What do you mean? You don't even serve drinks. All you do is change your accent every 2 minutes.

Kat: Yo! Someone hasta be doin' it. *Strokes a fake moustache*

DO: What’s with the moustache? You know it’s starting to scare off the customers.

Kat: Yo! Someone hasta be doin' it. *Strokes fake moustache*

DO: She’s stuck in a loop again… *DO sighs and goes back to mixing drinks*

Kat: *Continues to stroke her fake moustache*

[Min]

DO: Another drink Min?
Min: Nah, I think I'm done for the night. Thanks for the drinks, Kat & DO!
Rushton: *stumbling to the bar, looking dishevelled* I need something strong, and pink, Kat.
Kat: *stares at Rushton a moment, looking bewildered*
DO: *hands Rushton a stuffed pig* Will that do?
*Min bursts out laughing and turns to leave the party, waving goodbye to Bec and Dom on the dancefloor, kicking off her platforms*
Min: I think my feet at permanently scarred...
Swallow: *lurking outside* Go see Roland, perhaps?
Min: So this is where you'd gotten to! Nah, Roland would be likely to chop them off to spite me.
Swallow: What, you missed me?
Min: We all missed you!
Swallow: I just couldn't stand Rushton's dancing any longer...
Min: How abouts coming with me to the Dining Hall for a chocca then?
Swallow: Sounds good *starts walking off*
Min: Uh...Swalllow? Can you help me? I don't think I can walk.
Swallow: What - you want me to carry you?
Min: No...but that big strong arm wouldn't go astray. I think I'm crippled...bloody platforms.
Swallow: *shakes head* Women and their shoes...
*Min and Swallow make their way to the Dining Hall for an early morning chocca*