The following week Tseng went through his repetitive daily routine as one of the Turk brood. Although he had worked hard and endlessly to get to where he needed to be it didn't take away from the slow, boring, dull parts of being a Turk. After all you can't be fighting quasi powerful beings all the time right?

One of the worst things about being a Turk for Tseng was the annual office party. A seemingly endless night of small talk and drinks. It was at Tseng's house last year and he still regretted hosting it. A drunk Palmer and Heidegger had somehow gotten into Tseng's closet and decided to try out the Turk leaders clothes. Tseng spent half an hour chasing Palmer throughout the street and got back just in time to see Scarlet waiting for Tseng in his bedroom, wearing just her trademark red lipstick.

Tseng grimaced as he opened the invitation that was left on his office desk. As he peeled open the tacky orange envelope and he was showered with glitter that had somehow been shoved inside the envelope. As Tseng furiously brushed the collection of silver stars, planets and love hearts he glanced at the piece of what looked like tissue paper.

TO TSENG

My PLACE TOMOZ 4 THE PARTY, YOU WHERE IT BE RIGHT?

BRING FOOD ANDD BOOZE

LUV PALMER XoXo

"No" Thought Tseng staggering backwards against the beige coloured wall of the office "Not Palmer!".

He stormed up the stairs and barged into Shirnra's president's office with a thunderous rage. The petit blonde stared up at his older lover and he breezed towards his desk.

"I refuse to attend this Party Rufus, Palmer was somehow let to organise it" spat Tseng

" It's standard procedure the Turks and executives always have an annual party" explained Rufus " and you are going"
" well maybe me and you can find a wardrobe somewhere ?" smiled Tseng mischievously " and . . .get lost?"

"Oh me ? I won't be attending" smiled Rufus.
" WHY?" bellowed Tseng slamming his fist down on the table with disgust
"Because It's Palmer" said Rufus getting up " excuse me I have a meeting in a minute"

"That's it I refuse to go" said Tseng adamantly folding his arms

* * * * * * *

"Hey Hey T- man glad you could make it" giggled Palmer taking off Tseng's coat as he reluctantly entered Palmers flat. The party seemed to be in full swing. Scarlet was drunkenly fumbling over a mortified Rude who simply gave a concerned glance over towards Reno. Heidegger was seeing how many mini pretzels he could throw at Hojo before he threatened to kill them all .

" I'm going to eliminate you vile philistines and send you back to the primordial ooze" sneered the scientist and Hojo stormed into the kitchen .
" I bet 7 I win "gargled Palmer with a mouthful of cake smothered around his mouth. Then suddenly he saw Elena playfully picking up Palmers model space ship.

"Hands off COW!" Palmer screamed and banged Elena's head off the coffee table causing the female Turk to fall face first onto the ground with a groan . Rude tried to rush to her side but Scarlet had her teeth around Rudes belt holding him back.
" God" thought Tseng ". . . I need booze to survive this" . He quickly downed what was left of the now unconscious Elenas drink. For just a small amount of liquid it sure hit hard. He stared over at Palmer who for some reason had a weird grin on his face.
"Extra strong vodka "he laughed to himself "that's what's gonna make you mine tonight Tseng"

* * * * * *

The party was moving into the wee hours and it seemed everyone was drunk enough to finally like each other. Except Elena who was unnervingly still unconscious. Palmer had noted during the evening of the amount of strawberry sauce coming from Elena's head , which he quickly put into his ice cream. Tseng was slumped onto Rudes shoulder ranting intently about life.
"I didn't even like aeries that much . . . . I mean a bit but . . . I mena IMA Turks so I have commitments and if she cant handle that and gets stabbed it's not my fault righr" cried Tseng " . . . . . . . .I MISS HER".
" Ok guys clear out "commanded Palmer and quickly began batting the Turks out with a mop , he managed to get most people out ( Hojo left voluntarily ) but it seemed Elena wouldn't move .
" GET UP" he cried smashing her with the broom " your getting more strawberry sauce on my floor . . .Oh screw you". He gave her one violent kick to the ribs and then turned triumphantly towards Tseng.

The small fat executive managed to throw the Turk onto his Buzz light-year bed. Slowly and 'seductively' he ripped off the trademark jet black suit of the Turk leader. Then the naked drunk mess of Tseng looked up towards the fat little man as he attempted to strip sexily to reveal ( somehow ) even more fat than he had previously.

" Like what you see Tseng" laughed Palmer and flopped onto Tseng. Who let out a cry of pain as Palmer sent awkward thrusts his way.
" Let me go on top" gargled Tseng and throw the child like Palmer onto the bottom and soon the thrusts were more pleasurable to both. Tseng would never say it but Palmer had a kind of bizarre sexiness about the way he jiggled and got food all over the place. After an exhausting 3 and a half hours the couple were done and both lay beside each other in the sweat filled air . A now sobering Tseng lamenting what he had done to the sleeping fat man who hugged into his side like a kid would do to their mother .