Told by Sharona the Simgod.

Jemma tries her hand at the bar.

Tegan: “Do you think those taste any good?”

Mom: “Probably not.”

“You should get on the bar.”

“Perhaps I will.”

“YES!”

All very excited just the same.

“I think we’re already drunk, Mom.”

“I think we are.”

Jemma: “I think they were talking about me.”

“A-ha. Here we go.”

“This is how you make a Sex on the Beach.”

“Flavoured with just a bitta crazy.”

“And some energy drinks should keep us going all night.”

The party is going pretty good.

Tara: “Why are you not dancing? And you got dressed?”

Borage: “Because this party is lame. No one came to look at my sexy body.”

“It would help if you were out here with the rest of us.”

“Oh.”

“Please someone come and admire me!!”

Stop sulking and get undressed again. Thank you, that’s better.

Blue: “WE NEED MORE NAKED MALE DANCERS AT THIS PARTY!!”

Taken care of, Blue.

Jemma went inside because Phoenix and the kids had come home.

Jovanna: “Why is there so much noise out there?”

Yeah, she is not much of a partier… yet.

“Hi baby!”

Meanwhile, Quincy is getting his groove on.

Emmy, stop laughing at the party dancer!

Doesn’t he look good with his light sparkling over the water!

Borage: *yawn* “This party’s lame.”

Quincy: “That’s cause you’re not getting the attention, dickhead.”

Borage: “You’re a dickhead.”

Quincy: “I love you too, man.”

“This party sucks! There’s no where to put my stereo!”

“Oh, hey sexy lady in the red dress, can I take a picture of you to jerk off to later?”

Shar: “What the hell did I put in this drink?”

“Who? What?!”

“Oh man. Totally got the spins there for a second.”

Borage: “Hey Shar.”

“Shit! Don’t frighten me like that!”

“Hey, are you pregnant?”

“No. Why do you ask?”

“I dunno. That just looks like a pregnant dress.”

“What? Really? Do I look fat in this?!”

“Maybe a little.”

“Rude!”

Tegan: “Time to crack the kegger!”

Damn, Blue. Maybe you should have just hired that bartender, Jemma.

Shar: “I dare anyone to drink those drinks!!”

Jemma: “Time for a fizzy nectar toast!”

“Don’t you dare open that on me. You’ll mess up my hair!”

“I’m warning you! It curls when it gets wet.”

Jemma: “Too late mom!”

“Aaaaaaah! All over my pretty dress!”

“Heh heh, okay it was kinda fun though. Who cares about my hair now, right? We’re all drunk and beautiful.”

“That’s right.”

Still more partying to come…!

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