From: derek@anxst.com Subject: Fwd: Party Time Date: Sat, 5 Jul 1997 01:52:31 -0700 (PDT) name = shadows ghost email = damo_danko@hotmail.com title = Party Time story = "Party Time" by shadows ghost damo_danko@hotmail.com This tells what REALLY happened after the Shadows and Vorlons left. This is for HUMOROUS purposes only, it's a JOKE. Please don't e-m me with complaints that they would never act that way. All characters are property of JMS/Babylonian productions/Time Warner. --- They all gathered in Ivanova's after their ships had docked. Sheridan and Delenn kept smiling at each other as they walked to Ivanova's while Lyta, Marcus, Ivanova, and Lennier followed. Halfway there, they met Zack and Garibaldi. Garibaldi smiled at Ivanova. "Party?" "Yup. I'm not even charging for the drinks." Lennier tapped Ivanova on the shoulder. "Commander, Delenn and I are Minbari and so..." Ivanova grinned. "Shut up." Lennier pulled back, bewildered. They reached Ivanova's quarters(which had been cleaned) and Ivanova walked over to her drink cabinet and opened it. There was row upon row of vodka bottles. She handed a bottle to each person. "Let the party begin!" She ripped the top off of her bottle and took a swig. Lyta looked at her, shrugged and followed suit. She staggered as the alcohol hit her. "Whoah!" She grinned and took another big gulp. Zack and Garibaldi looked at their bottles, each other, than their bottles again. Zack took the cap off and took a sip. "It's not that bad Chief." Garibaldi stared at the bottle, shook his head, and opened his bottle. Sheridan smiled at Delenn, opened his bottle, took a swig, then handed it to her. She frowned. "John, Minbari do not react well to alcohol." "You're half human, it won't do anything." She still looked unconvinced but sipped from the bottle anyway. Marcus grinned at Lennier. "C'mon Lennier, just a sip won't hurt." Lennier glanced at him. "I am not so sure you are correct." Marcus gulped down some vodka and grinned even wider. "Screw correct." "I am not familiar with that expression." Marcus laughed. "You'll see. One hour later Empty bottles littered the floor of Ivanova's quarters. Lennier had been hauled down to Security and was locked in a room, tearing it apart. Marcus and Garibaldi were playing cowboys and indians. Marcus kept yelling a battle cry and waving his Minbari fighting pike like a spear while Garibaldi kept trying to shoot him, not realizing his PPG was unloaded. Delenn and Sheridan were on Ivanova's couch, necking. They had been at it for quite a while. Lyta and Ivanova were dancing can-can on Ivanova's dining table, singing a dirty song. Ivanova sang it in Russian while Lyta sang it in English. Both were off key and almost falling off the table. Every time they came to the chorus, Lyta would stop dancing, lean down, and start flirting with Zack who was watching them with a goofy grin on his face. Two hours later More empty bottles lay on the floor. Sheridan and Delenn were still necking on the couch. Only pausing to have more vodka. Garibaldi had collapsed against a chair and was staring around cross-eyed. Marcus had joined Ivanova on the table and both were dancing to a dirty song they sang in English. He kept waving his Minbari fighting pike and she kept trying to push him off the table. Lennier was still tearing things apart in the brig. Lyta was still trying to flirt with Zack. She wasn't having too much success due to the fact that he was sprawled across Ivanova's bed, snoring. Four hours later. There was no more vodka, you could barely see the floor through the empty bottles. Ivanova was still dancing on the table, although her speech was so slurred you couldn't tell what she was singing. Lennier had finally passed out in the brig. Garibaldi kept trying to drink from his bottle, which happened to be empty. Marcus had fallen off the table and was asleep on the floor. He had fallen off when he had passed out and Ivanova accidently kicked him while dancing. Sheridan and Delenn had finally stopped necking when Delenn passed out. Lyta kept picking up empty bottles, turning them over to see if they still had liquid in them, then throwing them behind her when she realized they didn't. Zack was still snoring on Ivanova's bed. One hour later. They were all unconscious. They lay sprawled wherever they had fallen. Zack woke up and looked around. He tapped his link and called Security. "This is Zack, get Security to Ivanova's and take us home." "Uh, Yes sir." His link closed. Zack passed out a second later. The next morning. Garibaldi woke up with the worst headache. He looked around and saw that he was in his quarters, lying on the couch. He groaned and sat up. He shook his head in confusion. The last thing he remembered was hearing that they had won and Ivanova was going to throw a party. Ivanova woke up and looked around her room. It was a mess. Vodka bottles were everywhere. She rubbed her sore head and started cleaning up. "How the hell did all my vodka disappear?" Lennier woke up in the brig, looked around, and demanded he be let out. Zack woke up in the security office and frowned. He thought he had been heading to Ivanova's for a party. He shrugged. Sheridan woke up and smiled. He had just had the greatest dream about Delenn. Delenn woke up in her room and smiled. She had dreamt about John again. That afternoon Lyta woke up in her quarters and looked around confused. Her head felt like when the Vorlon Ambassador overloaded it. Marcus woke up and looked around. He noticed his Minbari fighting pike was missing. Ivanova had finally gotten rid of all the empty bottles and found Marcus's fighting pike laying on the floor. She called Marcus. "Marcus here." "It's Ivanova, I found your fighting pike on the floor of my quarters." "Your quarters? What is it doing there?" "I don't know, I can't remember anything past docking at the station." "Me neither, I'll come get it." "Great." Ivanova stared at the fighting pike and an image flashed through her mind. ~She was dancing on a table next to Lyta while Marcus swung the fighting pike and gave a battle cry.~ She shook her head and muttered. "I've got to get some sleep." --- The End One of the few, the depressed, Spoo ranchers =================== {~._.~} look what ((^)) I bought ()~B~() at the §hadow§ ( 5 ) Zocalo! (_)^(_) =================== -----------------------------------------------