<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/eb/971162_346387098825211_1125263257_n.jpg)</div>"Party our asses of eh... sounds great to me Emily but why are you being so secretive about the local of this party?  Surely it wouldn't hurt to let us know where its going to be now."  E.T. said as he scooped up a handful of pretzels to much on while he waited for both her answer and their drinks to arrive.<br/><br/>The guitarist looked up hearing Elliot say, 'Great set guys'.  He was about to respond when suddenly his torso was soaked with the drinks they were supposed to be enjoying.  The ice in the bucket sliding down his wash board abs and directly into his lap.  He had not seen that it was the fan bumping her that had caused the accident.  All he could do was stand trying to wipe off the ice and beer from off his chest and abs.  The liquids making their way down his pant legs.<br/><br/>Looking into Eli's eyes with an expression on his face which clearly said 'What the Fuck!'  "Thanks babe I was feeling a little hot and sweaty.  Next time lets just keep it to a cool damp towel eh?  Now if you'll excuse me I have to go and see if I happen to have a spare pair of pants in the saddle bag of my Harely."  Reaching into the box which held the bands t shirts E.T. grabbed a couple and began to wipe himself off as he made his way through the crowd towards the back entrance of the Pub.