"He drank what?" Winston asked, stopping on his journey towards Ecto and a night on the town.

"Bet he had to blindfold his wife to get her to drink it." Chipped in Peter. He was lounging on the bench in front of the lockers, a glass of Orgasm on the Beach in one hand and a handful of licorice drops in the other. He popped another drop in his mouth and took a swig of the foaming creamy drink.

"Isn't that licorice enough already for ya, man?" Winston asked, digging in his pants for the keys to Ecto. "It must taste like you're taking a mouthful of medicine."

"Not really, Egon whipped it up for me with his spanking new blender and he never puts enough aniseed in it." Peter replied languidly.

"He's not still up there, in the kitchen? You do know that alcohol makes an excellent fire accelerant, and he hasn't blown up the lab yet this month." Winston pointed out. Peter was dashing up the stairs like a startled dog before he'd finished speaking. Zed chuckled as he headed over for the car. "Arooooo! Ladies had better watch out tonight, Zeddemore is on the prowl!"

"Ew! They covered their hair in oil to kill the pests that were living there, and they didn't wash it off!" Janine squealed. She and Ray were reading a historical book together about the Mongol Empire.

"It's enough to make a body sick!" Ray agreed. "Goodnight Winston!" he added, waving to his friend. Zed waved back then started the motor and roared into the night just as Peter dragged Egon by one wrist down the stairs. Egon massaged the bridge of his nose and tried to tell Peter yet again that he was quite capable of being left with flammable goods unsupervised.

"Do you have to be so sarcastic?" Egon counted dryly.

"They almost never had to undress, preferring to smear their clothes with unguents to hide bad smells." Janine read aloud in horrified fascination.

"What, you still here?" Peter asked, turning to regard their secretary. "Someone managed to pry you away from the computer and your goal to attain the highest score of Solitaire this month?"

Janine made a singularly rude sign at her boss and turned the page.

"You are in error, Venkman, if you believe you can so easily change the subject." Egon rumbled, his blue eyes frosty looking.

Peter dug out his pager and looked at it, willing it to go beep and save him from Egon's wounded diatribe. No such luck, he was doomed to stay and keep Egon safely away from the kitchen while Winston was out dodging willing coeds.

Oh, for the life that had once been his! Back in the real world Egon was eyeing him suspiciously and Ray and Janine were still being in turn fascinated and grossed out by their book. Hmm, it looked like they would be occupied for quite some time...

"Hey, Spengs." He slid close to his lover and reached up to tug on a lock of his hair. "Wanna go down stairs and play 'traindrivers'?" he wiggled his eyebrows enticingly.

"Mm, promise to suck my smoke stack this time?" Egon inquired.

"Promise." Peter told him, and the two lovers snuck down the stairs.

Orgasm on the Beach.

Why is it called that? Because it is supposed to look like spilled semen on beach sand. Bet you needed to know that - not!

2 Oz. Vodka

2 Oz. Amaretto

1 Oz. Anisette

2 Oz. Kahlua

2 Oz. Light Cream

Shake, Strain Into Lowball Glass and drink it down. Then go out to the beach and see if what they say about the name is true!