Alan Shore sat calmly in his chair in his office on a dark and peaceful night, drinking a scotch and looking at photos of his many friends from Crane, Poole and Schmidt. He was thinking deeply about all of the interesting come on's he would be using on Vanessa the next day as he considered whether complementing her school girlish buttocks or her overflowing bosom would get him smacked first as he stared at Denny's photo. "Ah Denny, probably enjoying the little dynamo Bethany right now…"
Alan considered whether or not Shirley was looking anymore of a target to his manhood as his mind was filled with pleasant little desires originating from the thought of being with that woman for at least one night, a few minutes at the most… He had only been so close to removing his pants and uncovering his steady hands most useful tool when he remembered the trial he had had that day, he and Jerry were facing each other in a battle over a strange little psychiatrist who claimed he saw a flying saucer.
How strange it was for Alan when Jerry was staring at him, that snide look in his eye's as he chewed on a silly wooden cigarette, almost enough to make Alan want to strangle him, or at least wound his dear friends pride… Yes Alan had not been the most respectable friend to any of his coworkers lately, whether you counted his vulgur flirting with Vanessa, his most unproper lusting for his best friends ex-wife, or his rather infected outburst against poor Jerry… Alan really had not been the best of friends…
And yet… when Alan drank Scotch and smoked his Cigar with Denny, when he saw Vanessa, twirling in her yellow dress with her arousing smile, when he heard good old Shirley laugh and make clever comments about his improper yet somehow always charming come on's, Alan realized that he was in good company, and he loved it.
I don't think this is my best work, but I do think that it shows a little more humble and loving side of Alan which we have all come to know and love.