At the party

A party. There was alcohol at parties. And where there was alcohol, there were
Dirk Bell and Dren Walker. The two showed up at the cargo bay hearing some band
play(if you could call it that). A bee line was made for the bar. About two
hours later, both men were lit like a Christmas tree. They began to mingle with
the ladies.
"And I said to the President, 'Why not just inact the fifth amendment? They can
ask all they want, and you don't have to answer.' So he did and got all out of
that whole impeachment deal." Dren was relaying his story to Allota, who seemed
unimpressed and just walked away. "I'll call you later." Dren turned to Dirk,
who wasn't being any more successful, "She digs me."
The two had successfully had their faces slapped by about a third of the women
at the party. Dirk looked up and saw Captain Niples just before he was to go up
on stage. He tapped Dren on the shoulder and pointed. "There's the new
captain, Nilpes....Lipnes...Niples. You should talk to him about what happened
to ya'."
"How do I look." Dren's shirt was almost completely unbuttoned and a piece of a
cargo net was wrapped around his head like a bandana. Not to mention the strong
scent of alcohol mixed to perfection with body oder to create a smell that would
repell flies.
"You can't go up to him looking like that," Dirk replied. He picked off a small
piece of lint on Dren's shoulder and flicked it away. "Now! Perfect!" He
tapped Dren on the shoulder, almost knocking the man down. "Go get 'im."
Dren staggered towards the captain. Dirk made his way back to his quarters. "I
wonder if I can get the Dukes of Hazzard?"
OOC- take it away Dren. Hope you make a good first impression.
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