Well, in all actuality, they were hanging onto each other for support, swinging their legs forward and almost falling down when they came back.
 
The feline breathed, combing her hand through her ruffled hair.
 
The intoxicated Namek stumbled away from the group and toward the front of stage where a microphone stood.
 
The other five nearly fell down from the lack of support.
 
Dende opened his mouth, and in a slurred voice began to stumble over words.
 
"Ung en, Er's o eed toooo eel *hiccup* dowahhhn"
 
The officer watched in disbelief as he began to shake his head with the music.
 
"Ah ed *hiccup* ung en, ick urelf offfff uh ouwnd"
 
Dende let one hand go and pushed himself farther from the mike. He wavered slightly, but was somehow able to stable himself.
 
"Uh ed, ung en, us ur in uh ew oowen"
 
The other five kamies moved unstably toward him.

"Er's ooo eed uh ee uhapppppppyyyyyy"
 
To the horror of the woman, puffs of smoke puffed up around them, only to reveal costumes after they cleared.
 
Dende danced in drunken oblivion in an Indian chief costume, with open vest, and the headdress to complete it.
 
"Ung en, ur uh ace ooo an ooo"
 
Another kami, looking like a child sized brown blob of something, was dressed in a G.I. outfit. In his attempt at forming limbs on himself, he splashed most of, well, himself, on those he clung to be able to stand.
 
"Eeee ed, ung en, hen erreee or un err owe"
 
One of the rock creatures she'd seen as of earlier, much shorter than the others there, was fully dressed in biker attire. He/she/it was desperately clinging to the leg of a kami dressed as a construction worker. He was wearing a white hardhat and his outfit was tan in color, a clean tool belt hung loosely around what she assumed was the middle. His overall shape reminding her of a ball of spikes. The biker also had a bike just his size slowly, inching itself closer to Dende.
 
Both of them were not only out of synch with each other, but the others as well.   
 
"Oooo an aye ere, an um ur ooo ill inde"
 
One tulip shaped kami, dressed as a cop, was continuously being hit in its flower head by the taller, dogoid cowboy dressed kami, who in his drunken state, was drooling on the floor.
 
She grimaced at the puddle at his feet.
 
"Any ayes ooo aavvv uuhh oooddd im"
 
Her eyes widened as the five in the back let go of each other, wavered, and raised their arms and or respective noticeable limbs above their 'heads'.
 
Dende opened his mouth wide as the music for the chorus blared.
 
"TITS UUUNN OOO AYE *hiccup* AAEE UH I-MMM-E-AHAHAHAH!"
 
Her hands quickly came to her ears.
 
Some one had turned up the sound.
 
"TITS UU*hiccup*UNN OOO AYE AAEE UH I-MMM-E-AHAHAHAH!"

A past due chorus followed.
 
 "TITS UUUNN OOO AYE AAEE UH I-MMM-E-AHA*hiccup*HAHAH!"
 
She slid down in her seat, her head coming down in a crash collision with the table.
 
"Stupid promotion," she grumbled.
 
And Dende started up again.
 
                               *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
 
Gohan was in a panic.
 
"WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO!"
 
Goku was now standing and was looking numbly at the ground.
 
With a look of his own panic, my ivy scrambled to his feet and his hands flew over the hybrid's mouth.
 
"Shhhh!"
 
His voice had taken on an eerie tone.
 
"HE, might come back."
 
His hand loosened from the demi's face.
 
Looking cautiously around, Gohan opened his mouth.
 
"Who?" he whispered.
 
My lime bean's alarm didn't waver.
 
"Him."
 
"Who's him?
 
My salad's eyes darted.
 
"The gay dude."
 
Gohan blinked rapidly, his tension loosening.
 
Just exactly what had he missed?