Party On (it's late, don't ask me for a better title, please)

Who: Party People
Where: Hey
When: It's Friday night
(Sorry, sorry, it's late and I couldn't resist...)
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-- SNIP --
> "I remember in medical school..."
-- END SNIP --
Keto paused, and stared at the peanuts in his hand. Eating another
one, he looked back up, slightly bleary-eyed.
"...where was I again?"
Not particularly wishing to enlighten him, the other people sitting
around suddenly became very interested in having a conversation about
anything BUT medical school.
"Philistines," muttered Keto, standing up slightly groggily and
swallowing another peanut. Swaying slightly, he wandered towards
where Shakespeare and Coffey were dancing.
"Hey, playwrong," said Keto, and spent the next three minutes
chuckling at his own joke. When he'd finally got his breath back, he
looked up and realised he was facing the wrong couple.
"You moved," said Keto, turning around and poking Shakespeare in
the shoulder. Turning, the playwright came face to face with a
peanut-pilled Keto.
"Charles! Tis you!" exclaimed Shakespeare, firmly gripping Keto's
hand and shaking it. Keto only managed to remain upright by swaying
in the opposite direction of the shakes, "How ist thyself?"
"Two things," said Keto, holding up three fingers, "Is Trisees
awake as well, and where is he?"
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OOC: Welcome officially back, Sean. ;)