Chester had a moment to chuckle before Sandra left with his disc. Appropriate could be the word for his choice, that was a fact. He’d place the canteen down and made sure his clothes  were still sharp. With his hands resting on the sink, he closed his eyes and breathed. He knew exactly what he wanted to do, and had an idea of how many ladies there were in the party. This was going to be cake. “Alright, buddy…” he muttered. “Put up, or shut up.” Turning, he marched right out of the kitchen and to the lounge (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=92393.msg4112202#msg4112202), every bit the precision driven soldier. It was time to give the ladies a show.