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“Alright! Shore leave on Earth during Fantasy Fest!” In her right hand, Mariner held a massive cup full of a very alcoholic, very sugary, very green frozen drink, and her left was linked with T’Lyn’s hand. A bit of an overt display for a Vulcan, but in Key West in the final week of October, anything was permissible in public. “Hope you’re ready for some sunshine, drinking, and debauchery!”
“I find the weather enjoyable, but I fail to understand the purpose of this celebration.” T’Lyn observed the people around her in all their scantily-clad, costumed, drunk, and horny glory as a neutral outside observer.
Mariner shrugged. “I don’t think it has a purpose, it’s just about getting naked and island drunk…Ooooh….look at her!” A woman walked by wearing body paint instead of a top. Her large breasts were painted like green olives, and around her torso was a clear inverted cone. “She’s a martini! Wait…I wanna get body painted…I’m not nearly drunk enough.” Mariner drank down the rest of her cocktail. “I’m going to need a few more of these.”
“What is it you were drinking?”
Mariner looked at her empty drink with narrowed eyes. “Not sure…it was…green?”