This one's from Entr'acte: The Courtship of Princess Dessler, which I'd say is 80-90% complete. And it's so out of context it's not even funny. Well, actually it is.

        Garon and Devlin spent the evenings talking about this and
that, getting to know each other better, putting away a bit more of
the Saurian brandy.  On Wednesday night, Devlin actually lost track of
his intake enough to get rather pleasantly pissed; Garon, knowing that
Corimel was on duty and that he could clear himself out in a few
seconds if he needed to, modulated his trick liver to achieve a
similar state for parity's sake, at which point their conversation
swerved into strange, uncharted territories.
        Devlin earnestly strove to impress upon Garon that, back on
Earth, Amanda's attitude toward her brother (and vice versa) would be
considered more than just a skosche odd - that it was in fact a -crime-
in most places on Earth, including the one he came from and the one he
lived in now - but that he, Devlin Edison Carter, was a high-minded
enough, nay, galactically cosmopolitan enough, individual that, if it
didn't bother either of the Desslers, it flaming well wouldn't bother
him either, by God!  Devlin Carter, he declared, was a big enough
fellow to share the woman he loved with her own brother, if that was
what she wanted.
        Garon accepted this magnanimous declaration with the grave
gratitude it deserved, and replied that he held precisely the same
opinion regarding his sister's liaisons with a certain Earthman, 
which, though not actually illegal on Gamilon, would certainly be 
considered every bit as weird there as would Garon and Amanda's 
relationship be on Earth.  Furthermore, and to wit, Garon announced 
that he, Garon Tultalian Dessler, felt that Devlin Carter was a damned 
fine individual, even if he -was- a somewhat curious color, and if he 
ever felt adventurous enough to try that sharing in real time, as it 
were, Garon would be pleased to broaden his horizons.
        We can only speculate as to how Devlin would have reacted to
this remarkable offer, for at that particular moment, he lostwhat 
little remained of his consciousness.
        On Thursday, he remembered very little of the aforementioned
conversation, which was just as well, and spent much of the afternoon
regretting having ever decided to become a drummer.

--G.
crispy
-><-
Benjamin D. Hutchins, Co-Founder, Editor in Chief, Netadmin
Eyrie Productions, Unlimited http://www.eyrie-productions.com/