Office Goodbye Party

[mr_sniffles]

Mr. Sniffles pops champagne as everyone ducks from his poor cork aim. Ator People falls off the conference room desk in a long drunken make-out with his secretary. Flem's got a lamp shade on his head as Hersfold keels over to puke in the garbage can. Dalimbar's firing his rifle in the air with Haor Chall's arm around his shoulder slurring his way through old war songs meanwhile the deputies are preparing a food fight with our goodbye cake.

PARTY!!

 

[Hersfold]

I love how I'm the one getting sick in the can...

*Hersfold runs over to get some cake before A-I ruins it all...

 

[Dalimbar]

*Keeps on firing my rifle, and passes around the vodka for everyone*

 

[Former English Colony]

No alcohol for me, I already know I throw up after too many.

On the other hand, is quite fun.

*Former English Colony pulls Flem out onto the dance floor for a nice slow dance.

 

[mr_sniffles]

*Mr. Sniffles lives up to his name and pours out white powder onto the desk, while mixing some ecstasy into the punch

FEC's pupils grow the size of golf balls as she dances for the twelfth hour straight

 

[Dalimbar]

*Grins, dances with FEC for a bit, and wanders outside to do some late-night target practice before his term as MoD is up*

 

[mr_sniffles]

* Sniffles, in a vain attempt to sidle up to FEC for a dance is instantly rebuffed in a split second by the near lightspeed movements of FEC. Able to turn down a boy, shake her groove thing, do a cartwheel, and pick up Flem for a repeat performance... And all with such beauty and poise. Drooooool

 

[Flemingovia]

*flemingovia wanders in, bleary-eyed from a last minute attempt to empty the regional bank and transfer all assets to Flemingovia's offshore bank account.

*flemingovia pops a bottle of champagne.

 

[Dalimbar]

Didn't go well eh Flem? Poor guy...