Billy's eyes shot open at that sound. Accompanied by the wavering he suddenly felt within, he knew that it meant only one thing: Renne had found chocolate at the party.
They were in trouble.
With a silly grin on his face, the little blue beastie staggered over. "Bee, where is Bee?"
Oddly, though his sentences were slurred, they were in more gramatically correct English than usual. Billy would have to puzzle over that later, though---his friend was in trouble and needed to be protected.
At least, that was what he'd initially thought.
Somehow, with a swift bumble over here, a charming grin over there, and the help of certain sneaky friends of Billy's, the human found himself feeling...looser than usual. The lights were vibrant, the mood was perfect, and he was ready to fulfill every fun urge he'd ever felt?
Alcohol replaced Billy with a party animal, yup.
In a flurry of passionate pleas for dances (a slurred "Hey, come on, let's test the effect of bodily gyrations on pain level" worked wonders), Billy, Renne, and everyone else were having quite the interesting evening. All night long, they got progressively more...wild.
Until the human and imp found themselves on Billy's bed the next morning, wearing glittery trousers and feather boas.
The very next moment, Billy swore to forever put a stop to this dangerous exercise in loss of control. But the party had sure been hopping!
And the footage collected by certain colleagues had sure been interesting.
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Ke$ha - Tik Tok
"Eeee...eee!"
Billy's eyes shot open at that sound. Accompanied by the wavering he suddenly felt within, he knew that it meant only one thing: Renne had found chocolate at the party.
They were in trouble.
With a silly grin on his face, the little blue beastie staggered over. "Bee, where is Bee?"
Oddly, though his sentences were slurred, they were in more gramatically correct English than usual. Billy would have to puzzle over that later, though---his friend was in trouble and needed to be protected.
At least, that was what he'd initially thought.
Somehow, with a swift bumble over here, a charming grin over there, and the help of certain sneaky friends of Billy's, the human found himself feeling...looser than usual. The lights were vibrant, the mood was perfect, and he was ready to fulfill every fun urge he'd ever felt?
Alcohol replaced Billy with a party animal, yup.
In a flurry of passionate pleas for dances (a slurred "Hey, come on, let's test the effect of bodily gyrations on pain level" worked wonders), Billy, Renne, and everyone else were having quite the interesting evening. All night long, they got progressively more...wild.
Until the human and imp found themselves on Billy's bed the next morning, wearing glittery trousers and feather boas.
The very next moment, Billy swore to forever put a stop to this dangerous exercise in loss of control. But the party had sure been hopping!
And the footage collected by certain colleagues had sure been interesting.