"Why Chicken, you dance divinely," Fin said, as he swung his partner around by his wings.
"Why thank you Fin," the yellow chicken replied. He walked under Fin's arm and then back in time with the music. If Fin had been sober then he would have realised that this was the first time Chicken had actually talked. Apparently, the yellow featherball could only talk when he was drunk.
"You know what."
"What?" Fin asked.
"The alcohol here ins't very strong."
"I suppose you're right," Fin conceeded as he twirled Chicken around. "I havent done anything stupid all night. But the girls, they can't handle drink."
"Sorry, what?" Chicken asked, "I was mesmerised by your eyes."
"They are a strong point," Fin replied.
[ May 03, 2003: Message edited by: the real findorfin ]
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