This one is rated M for sexual implications.
The Party
"Oh, you attended that last soiree as well?" Relena asked the blond pilot, as she settled into the chair, teacup held tenderly between both hands.
"Unfortunately. It was an orgy!" Quatre poured a cup himself.
Relena nodded sympathetically. "You're telling me. I was caught right in the middle. Some guy got me from behind, I still can't get the stain out!"
Quatre shook his head.
"I know exactly what you mean. You would think high class people like that would have some better manners. It was exhausting just trying to keep up with everyone."
Relena pursed her lips skeptically. "Perhaps next time we should just have our own little party."
"Ah, yes." He beamed. "An intimate gathering between friends would be so much more enjoyable."
"Absolutely." She nodded. "This way you'll have more than two minutes with each person."
"Oh, I agree. It's much too rushed otherwise. You can't even really get down to business the way they had it set up there."
Relena smiled. "We should really show them how it's done."
She took another sip of her tea, when Duo popped a disheveled head into the room.
"What the hell are you guys talking about?"
"Oh, just the party we attended last weekend." Quatre replied, baffled at his friend's outburst.
Duo blinked. Shook his head. "What the hell kind of parties do you two go to, and how come I'm never invited!"
Quatre chuckled. "Oh, you wouldn't enjoy it, Duo. It's not really your style. I know you like to go all out when you do it."