THE FELLIP NECTAR STAND New Year’s Eve Edition

Author: LeatherGirl

Disclaimer: I do not own Farscape or anything associated with Farscape. And anyone drinking at the Fellip Nectar Stand on New Year’s Eve must be willing to give up ownership of all inner-space vehicles until the following day. The alcohol served here is unforgiving!

Warning: LOTS of kissing and drinking…what else do you expect?!

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[John lands a big wet sloppy kiss on Aeryn’s lips as they sit at the bar of the Fellip Nectar Stand amongst the craziness this evening. Aliens of every species imaginable AND unimaginable are crowded into the stand already well on their way to being drunk. Shimmering lights dance throughout and faint, live galactic music streams into the air. D’Argo, Chiana, Zhaan, and Rygel are seated at the usual booth joking and drinking. Pilot and mini Moya are in their oversized booth with mini Talyn near the storage facility. Talking at this point is really pointless. Speaking loudly is more appropriate. :)]

Aeryn: [Widened eyes.] “What the frell was that for?”

John: [Laughs at Aeryn and orders up two fresh drinks of Raslac.] “Honey, dear. Sweet lovin’ honey.”

Aeryn: [Wrinkles brow.] “I’m not even going to ask.”

Zhaan: [Laughs.] “D’Argo, you should really stop cleaning your Qualta Blade so often. It can only be so shiny and well maintained.”

[D’Argo frowns at Zhaan as he swipes a cloth over his Qualta Blade once more and growls. He looks down at his blade to see his own reflection. He smiles, leans closer, and picks at his teeth, realizing he still has a chunk of fuzzy blue UT gunk leftover from dinner stuck in between his teeth.]

Chiana: [Rolls eyes.] “Care to get a girl another Raslac?” [Raises eyebrows and tilts head flirtatiously at D’Argo. D’Argo stares in awe at her beauty and shakes his head. He pauses to allow the image to engrave in his mind before rushing off to the bar.]

Rygel: “How do all these aliens learn of Crichton’s earthly customs, anyway? They’re always celebrating with us and get more wild than Chiana would upon seeing D’Argo…”

Zhaan: “That’s enough Rygel!” [Leans forward and concentrates carefully on the pile of food cubes before her. Ever since Stark had taught her how to levitate inanimate objects with the mind, Zhaan had been obsessed with perfecting the skill.]

Pilot: [Rather loudly considering we were just at the booth with Zhaan, Rygel, and Chiana.] “So the Leviathan says to the PeaceKeeper ‘At least my mother was attractive!’” [Starts laughing hysterically. Mini Moya and mini Talyn glance at each other trying to understand what was so funny.]

Pilot: [Sighs upon realizing the Leviathans were confused.] “Bartender! Another two barrels of Raslac, please! Oh, did you and Talyn want something? Bartender! Make that two barrels of Raslac and two flasks of Raslac!”

[Bar is bouncing away with excitement. The time-keeping devise above the bar is ticking closer to the approximated moment when the current cycle would turn into a new cycle (at least for the human). The devise is basically a large sundial with glowing numbers on it and a beam of light streaming down through a tiny hole in the ceiling. The beam of light is really concentrated light from all the stars, quasars, and other bars in the universe. The device has no scientific merit, as far as John is concerned, but he has not a care in the universe at the moment. He has Aeryn, he has alcohol, and he has his life.]

Aeryn: “John, why do humans celebrate such a pointless turn of time and drink and kiss over a period of 24 arns?”

[Aeryn leans forward on bar and looks into John’s blue eyes. John stares just as deeply into her darkened brown eyes. The two embrace in another kiss, this time a little more driven. John chuckles as they regain their composure and is about to reply when the bar becomes hushed. John lets out an even more hysterical laugh and swings around on his barstool to see Scorpius, Crais, Lt. Braca, Niem, and frell, all the bad guys and girls the crew of Moya have ever encountered in the last two cycles. The music starts up again, the bar grows more rowdy, and the bad boys and girls spread throughout the bar. Aeryn becomes defensive, raising her pulse pistol but remaining stationary at John’s side even at the next play of events. Scorpius walks straight up to John with a smile crawling with bacteria and scum. John makes a mental note to recommend some dentics to Scorpius when the time is right.]

Scorpius: “My my, John. Quite a celebration you have here. Unfortunately, it will not last for much longer. I have brought more trouble than you and your friends could ever have bargained for.”

John: [Places a hand on Scorpius’ shoulder and smiles into his haunting face.] “Scorpius, the whole point of the new year is to start over. Clean the slate. Open new doors. Out with the OLD; in with the NEW.” [John emphasizes the last statement both in speech and in motion with his head.]

Scorpius: “Perhaps you give yourself up instead of running all the time?” [Scorpius only adds to John’s suggestions. John tightens his lips, grabs Aeryn’s arm, and heads off to the opposite side of the bar.] “Not one for new approaches, is he?”

D’Argo: [After struggling past a group of five aliens caught up in a drinking game and another couple of aliens brawling, D’Argo finally makes it back to his shipmates with new drinks. He sits down beside Chiana and lets out a sigh of relief.] “That wasn’t easy.”

Rygel: “Zhaan, I would like to eat sometime in the next cycle. The mind trick is not going to work so just give the food cubes to me!” [Rygel slams a fist down on the table with frustration. Zhaan jumps as she loses her concentration and instead focuses on Rygel. Rygel begins to squeal and turn colors. Chiana and D’Argo order Zhaan to stop. Zhaan immediately straightens, but she has a large smile plastered onto her face.]

Chiana: “What did you do to him?”

Zhaan: “Rygel now has three incredibly small stomachs. He couldn’t even eat one food cube without getting full.”

D’Argo: “Why didn’t you do that two cycles ago?” [Laughs and he and Chiana immerse themselves in each other, kissing and touching each other. Zhaan turns back to her levitation concentration and Rygel whimpers softly, drinking only sips of his Raslac (don’t worry, the effects are temporary!).]

[Suddenly, a fight breaks loose as Crais and Lt. Braca begin to argue near the dance floor. Several PeaceKeepers and even Maldis enter onto the floor to try separating the two. Well, Maldis has other plans but he’s far too weak to do anything about them. Crais takes a swing at Lt. Braca. Lt. Braca falls onto a group of Sheyangs who in return stumble into a gang of Zenetian Pirates counting their loot they had just stolen from the Delvian Priests gathered by the doorway. You guessed it, the chain reaction continues. D’Argo falls on top of Chiana and Chiana hits Zhaan who madly swings an arm at Rygel. Rygel flies through the air and lands on Talyn, who tries to buck him off. Pilot swats at Rygel with his arms and mistakenly slaps Niem who whips her hair around in anger. Her hair blinds the four-armed waitress who pushes into a group of the Lost People who were holding onto some very large clumps of mushrooms. The mushrooms swirl through the air in slow motion as everyone pauses in silence and fear. The mushrooms then plop into the large mixing vat of Raslac near the end of the bar. The Bartender reaches in with his bare hands and digs out the mushrooms hastily and all in the bar begin to buzz back to the current excitement of partying, drinking, and kissing.]

Pilot: “Whew that was close!”

D’Argo: [Kissing Chiana.] “Shall we continue this elsewhere?” [Hinting towards the closed storage facility.]

Chiana: “It’s busy. No problem. I’m comfortable right where I am!” [Kisses D’Argo with force and wraps her arms around him to bring him close.]

John: [Kisses Aeryn before she can get a word out.] “That’ll keep Scorpius occupied for a while.” [Motions towards Niem where Scorpius is being ordered to help her with her hair.]

Aeryn: “More Raslac?” [Aeryn is about to order more but is interrupted.]

Crais: [His arm is wrapped around his newfound buddy Lt. Braca at a booth.] “Drinks are on me! Bartender, Raslac for everyone!”

John: “Now this is more like it!” [Aeryn turns back and is surprised by another kiss from John. She blushes but kisses back with pleasure. Drinks are placed before them.]

Zhaan: [Laughs with excitement. Stark has appeared in the booth beside her. She was so busy concentrating, she never even sensed him.] “Stark! You made it!”

Stark: “Wanna try something even more wild than levitation?” [Winks at Zhaan and smiles knowingly. She nods and the two disappear under the table of the booth.]

[Nearly half an arn passes. It appears that all aliens in the bar, save the Bartender, have become extremely drunk.]

John: [Kissing Aeryn immensely.] “Whoa Mama! More Raslac please!” [Orders some more with his free flask chips from Rygel for Christmas. Aeryn smiles at John as she is now sitting in his lap, her arms wrapped around him. John has his arms wrapped around her as well.]

Aeryn: “I like this earthly custom very much.” [Kisses John on the forehead.] “Humans.” [Kisses John on the left side of his neck.] “Are.” [Kisses him on the right side of his neck.] “Superior.” [Lands a kiss onto John’s lips more fierce and emotional than he has ever experienced from her before. He welcomes her advance with pleasure.]

Rygel: [Twirling and dancing on the bar for a few Hynerian servants.] “Raslac! More Raslac or I shall dance without my robe!” [Laughs and begins to tug at his robe. Bartender quickly serves up as many flasks of Raslac he can gather at the moment.]

Scorpius: “I always did think the human was a little strange.” [Twisting and turning a flask of Raslac in his hand and gazing at it with wonder as he lounged with Pilot and the Leviathans. (Hmmm, sounds like a music group…we’ll have to see this in a future edition maybe!)] “Being evil is so much fun, you know?”

Pilot: “I so know what you mean.” [Places two arms around Scorpius and droops his eyes as he sways around.] “Moya, did you have another baby? I see two Talyns.”

Scorpius: “You’re not even listening to me, are you? Oh well.” [Scorpius leans over and kisses Pilot on the cheek. Pilot blushes and in turn, leans over and kisses Moya. The trend seems to be catching as all aliens in the bar begin to kiss each other.]

Bartender: [Muttering to self as he looks curiously at the vat of Raslac which is now extremely low.] “What’s in this stuff?” [Peers closer.] “Frell, I missed a mushroom!” [He is surprised by a kiss from Rygel on his nose. Bartender runs out of the stand as fast as he can, in fear of things getting any worse.]

D’Argo: “Chiana! The bar’s free! Let’s serve drinks!” [Rushes over to bar with Chiana giggling close behind. The two begin to play around with the alcohol, putting on a show of tossing drinks into the air without spilling them and serving them up with flames (literally).]

John: “Aeryn, did I ever tell you that I love you?” [Kisses Aeryn on the forehead. Aeryn smiles at him.]

Aeryn: “Have I?”

Chiana: “The time device! It’s nearly on the symbol Crichton warned us about!” [Chiana shouts to everyone in the bar and they begin to shout a countdown. Aliens race around in circles, trying to find adequate mates to kiss at “detonation”, as they understood it to be. The aliens also thought that the alien they were with and kissed at the exact moment would be the one they were destined to be with the rest of their lives.]

D’Argo: “Ten!” [Grabs Chiana and pulls her close.]

Pilot: “Nine!” [He and the Leviathans gather close together.]

Rygel: “Eight!” [Rygel draws his Hynerian servant friends closer and they laugh in excitement.]

Crais: “Seven!” [Spots Niem and rushes over to her. Lt. Braca rushes to find a female PeaceKeeper.]

Stark: “Six!” [Draws Zhaan even closer to him under the table.]

Scorpius: “Five!” [Glares at John with a sneer and walks out of the bar with a mysterious alien whom no one can seem to identify.]

Zenetian Pirate: “Four!” [Searches for Stanz through the crowd.]

Scapers: “Three!” [Several who have been hiding in a corner gather to find the one they have a ‘something a little bit more’ with.]

Jothee: “Two!” [Surprises all by showing up at the last second with a young alien of an unidentified species in his arms.]

Everyone in bar: “One!” [All embrace all in kisses of the new cycle.]

John and Aeryn: “Happy New Cycle!!!” [Embrace in a passionate kiss and teeter off the stool onto the floor and really begin to…kiss.]

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HOLY FRELL! I hope everyone has a safe new cycle if you know what I mean. So much kissing and drinking, I tell ya! What are their mothers gonna think? HEHEHE!

DRINK, KISS, AND BE GOOD BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY…HAVE FUN!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR SCAPERS!!!