Happy New Year!

The boys throw a
New Years Party
At the Bachelor Pad!

Thanks to Simslice for the New Year TV, bringing the party hats, noise makers, and of course the mandatory streakers!!!

“Hey Lotor check this out. What da ya think?”

“I think your drunk!”

“Yeah well you’re the one who spiked the punch and didn’t tell me!”

“Heh, heh... well you needed to loosen up buddy. I was doing you a favor.”

“Hic… great…So tell me…hic… are you going to change or is that what you will be wearing tonight?”

“What?” Lotor turns around to be inspected. “You don’t like it?”

“Oh please… Though the party hat is a nice touch... hic”

The party soon starts and an already plastered Keith doesn’t waste any time, quickly taking the stage. Lotor has a chuckle. "Hmmm, never new he was such the diva. I wonder what other secrets he has? No wonder he never drinks!"

Lotor is having a blast watching his efforts of “loosening up” is roomie pay off on spades. “Oh man I’ve got to get pictures of this.” He rubs his hands together and disappears to get the camera.

The big finish and the crowd approves. "Thank you. Thank you…. hic…You’re too kind."

“Hey Keith, Way to go man! I didn’t think you had that in you.”

“Spawn? Spawn! How the heck are you! I didn’t think you could come.”

“Yeah, well I just couldn’t miss one of Lotor’s parties you know.”

“You haven seen him by chance?”

“Last I saw he was chasing after some blond.”

“Figures.” Keith grumbles brows furrowing.

“More punch Keith?” Spawn’s eyes smile, passing him a glass.

Without thinking twice, Keith downs it.

 

Meanwhile Lotor’s pursuit isn’t going quite as planed. “But I’m a Prince I tell you.”

“Yeah right.”

“And I’m rich!”

“Oh sure.”

“I’m heir to a whole empire!”

“Really?”

“Yessssss.” He grabs her into his arms and dips her, lips seeking hers.

“Get off me you oaf!”

“What? What? Whad I do…”

“Ughhhh….” The woman storms off.

Some things never change...

The sun sets and the party grows, as more and more guests show up. It appears word has spread about the New Year’s bash and anyone who’s anyone is showing up, even… drum roll… Drew Cary! Lotor and Keith and other guests race out to greet him.

Keith dons a tiara, glow bracelets, necklace and hits the dance floor, while Lotor has something to munch. “Hey, that’s a good look for you Keith! What the..." Lotor is the distracted by yet another blond, but this one is racing around in her birthday suit! Yes, this is going to go down as one of Lotor’s finest parties!

Party is roaring as midnight grows near, Lotor then takes the mic to the cheers of the crowd, rocking the whole house.

Meanwhile, Keith, sheets to the wind, makes some noise of his own.

The crowd goes wild for Lotor’s performance! "Hey Keith! Top that if you can Mr. Goodie Goodie!"

Keith, way to plastered to give a damn, re-takes the stage. “Alright…” The crowd is already jumping up and down. “Check this out, Blueboy!”

Keith’s romantic ballad brings the room to tears, wowing everyone in earshot. Finishing he drops his head, letting the crowd’s applause wash over him.

“Okay so maybe getting Keith plastered wasn’t a good idea.” Lotor mutters.

“Keith? Keith, hold up.” Drew Cary races up to him. “Hey, I know these people in the biz and well you’ve got to meet them. That was amazing.”

“Uhhh? …hic… thanks? … I…”

“Call me!” Cary hands him his card, leaving Keith scratching his head.

Later, Lotor rings in the year with his noisemakers while another one of the guests races through baring all.

Happy New Year!
Baby New Year bids Keith a fruitful New Year but Keith is so drunk he’s unaware of the diaper clad youth and is blissfully having his own party.

The party grows to an end and Lotor is passed out by the Jacuzzi. The legend of the New Yeas party at Keith and Lotor's will live on in Simvill for years to come. A great time was had by all.

The morning after Lotor finds himself dressed again only in his swimsuit and party hat, thoughts of Drew Cary spinning in his head.

Keith laughs at him eyeing his lack of clothes. “Must have been some party! I can’t remember a thing.”

“Yeah well I’m not surprised, you said you weren’t felling well and went to bed early.” Lotor frowns trying not to smile.

“I did?” Keith rubs his throbbing head.

“Yeah, boy you missed it.”

“So Lotor, What’s your New Years resolution?”

“Well. I resolve to take it easer on you this year.”

“What? Your kidding?”

“No, really I want to make a fresh start! What do you say?”

“Thanks Buddy.” Keith gives Lotor a hug.

Well as much as Keith wanted to believe Lotor he really knew it wouldn’t last. It was humorous how Lotor was all polite to him even making him breakfast.

When Keith finally went out to get the morning paper he found out why, On the cover was a picture of him, wearing only a tiara, in a Jacuzzi with three female adoring fans. “Lotor! You're dead meat! Hear me! Dead meat!”

Happy New Year!

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