Note - Okay...so you all [reviewers] liked it so far - thank you! I wasn't really confident in it, but well - here goes nothin', right?
Warning - Besides previous, adult themes and smutty implications...hadda add that! Just a warning! It's a warning for a reason, y'know! Okay, another bit - it's kind of strange. You'll see what I mean once you've read a bit, but I must apologize if it's hard to follow.

Celebration
By Stepherz

After the game, the team, sweat-soaked and exhausted from winning against the heavy favorites 6-2. They changed, dressed, and filed out in near silence. A void, that no one dared break.

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If one were to enter the harem that The Eden Hall Mighty Ducks declared their own, one might have heard load, painful and pleasured moans, coming from the dwelling's direction. Among the armchairs, tossed idly into a 'sitting room', several held dormant, lethargic guests, resting easily in the cradle of warmth, and comfort.

If one were to round the corner... As we enter the mind of an unsuspecting "Charlie Conway" we will not only be able to see what he sees, and hear what he hears, but we will be able to read his thoughts...

PREPARE! 3...2...1...

-currently entering Charlie Conway's mind-

Rounding a corner, a boy with reddish hair, Averman, yells out while dealing mangled cards across the floor to a meek-looking bunch of 'teammates'.

"The name o' the game is poker..." Averman grinns from beneath his glasses, "Strip poker."

The gathering around him nods, and chuckle approvingly, but our inhabitancy decides to continue without stopping.

Strip poker - how juvenile...give me a good ol' spin-the-bottle any day! Now where is that...

Guy pops out of a darkly shadowed room, and our subject, Charlie, tilts his head ever-so-slightly to the side.

-Okay, scientists...get your pens and pencils ready! Here's the man's thoughts on...-

Guy! Whoa...he's lookin' pretty good. Hidin' something though...Wonder what it could be.

"Hi Guy." Smooth, Charlie, smooth.

"Hey Charlie - was crackin'?" Umm...even better. The boy's a genius!

"Uh, crackin'? Well, nothing's crackin'." Charlie winks...If that's not obvious I dunno what is!

Adam saunters up.

"Hi guys…" He yawns, his hair is a mess, and hanging over his forehead, into his eyes.

"Charlie - Connie's waiting for me, I hafta go." Charlie nods, and Guy disappears, leaving Adam and Charlie together.

Adam…wonderful, lovely, beautiful…Adam.

Since I am a bit nerved being in Charlie's head, I think I will now proceed to EXIT…

-currently exiting Charlie Conway's mind-

SAFETY!

[AN -- Switching to past tense now…easier to write -- ]

Charlie smiled at Adam, who yawned and smiled back.

"Something wrong, Adam?"

"Nah…I can't beat that damn video game!" He was referring to a skydiving video game.

Charlie chuckled.

"You know what I always say…if at first you don't succeed, then skydiving definitely isn't for you!"

Adam giggled.

"Gee, thanks Charlie."

Adam wandered off, in search of some one to help him beat the evil bird that swooped out of the clouds, just as you were about to land.

He came upon Julie, who was sitting in a strange solitude.

"Hi Julie, can you help me with something?"

"I can help only one person per day. Today is not your day. Tomorrow isn't looking good either." Her voice came out in an odd drone. Adam raised his eyebrows, but moved on.

He smiled at Russ, who had his shirt off, since he was playing strip poker with Averman and half of the other ducks.

"Russ - you can help me, you're a video game genius." Adam hoped he'd finally get the help he needed.

"Wait…I'm confused." Russ ignored him.

"I've discovered that I often visit the state of confusion, and I know my way around pretty well." Averman chimed, very seriously.

Adam sighed, shrugged, and moved off to watch some TV. Flicking the channel on, an announcer with a deep voice began repeating…

"Due to budget cuts, the light at the end of the tunnel will be out. I repeat…" Adam changed the channel.

A woman announcer with a high-pitched annoying voice showed pictures of people, picking their noses, following with…
"Support bacteria, it's the only culture some people have." Adam snorted and flicked the TV off.

He got up, and walked into the kitchen, where Kenny was rocking back and forth slowly, wrapped in a blanket. Adam figured that he had lost a round of strip poker.

"Ken?" Adam raised an eyebrow.

"Trust everybody…then cut the cards." He mumbled, still rocking.

Adam heard screeching from the other room, where the card players were gathered.

"Sorry, but my karma just kinda ran over your dogma." He couldn't place the voice, but smiled anyhow.

Adam decided to try and talk to Portman, they weren't close, but Portman was cool, and would talk to him…or so Adam thought.

When Adam reached Portman's door, he read a sign on it that said "I've gone to find myself. If I should return before I get back, please ask me to wait." Adam, being confused again, whistled and kept walking. He ran into Charlie.

"Hullo Charles." Charlie raised his eyebrows, his eyes widening.

"Charles?"

"Chuck - Charlie - Charles - Chaz! Hello." Adam sighed exasperatedly and Charlie giggled.

"Well, glad that you're glad to see me glad!" Adam made a face.

"Huh?"

"Never mind."

"Uhm , okay."

"Hey Adam…" Charlie flushed a bright red.

"Hmm?"

"Wanna go out to dinner tomorrow night?" Adam flushed.

"Uh…yeah! Sure…"

Charlie smiled, hugged Adam, and raced down the hall in search of some one to help him prepare for the next night.

Adam watched him run off, with a wide-eyed expression. He'd better be finding some help too.

AN - If it helps any…The italics are Charlie's thoughts…I'm sorry that was so confusing…I thought about re-doing the whole thing, but I was too lazy.