shake, shake, shake and make it rain

By now Jupiter was feeling no pain. He was jolly, uninhibited, and about as far away from sober as you could get without being fall down drunk. In other words he felt great. Half the time he didn't even remember why he'd started drinking. He was just glad he had, because the beach was full of the loveliest wolves and they were all having a grand ole tyme. This was not your pappy's party, though, and the air was filled with the heady scent of sex, and among the louder revelry, the hushed voices of several beasts with two backs could be heard if one listened.

He had yet to tire of the night's activities. The sights and the sounds kept him keyed up well past his usual limits. Everywhere he looked there was something or someone for his eyes to feast on. By now he had gotten quite brazen. Those left knew what they were all there for. The veil of propriety was gone.

Spying a small dark woman with fiery markings, Jupiter decided he couldn't live without her. He slipped up to her side, his shoulder brushing hers, and dropped his head low to make up for their height difference. In a low voice, he said, "You look like you could use some company."