They look angry.  What will you do?>

    Dropping the towel, I begin to dance, twirling the beads around
    my neck with the motion of the dance.  I open the bottle of
    Chivas, and still dancing, knock back a slug.  I throw back my
    head and laugh.  Then I pass the bottle around, dancing from one
    beautiful person to another.  Then, realizing they have no
    virgin on their hands, and thus no reason to toss me into the
    local volcano (there *are* volcanoes still active in those
    parts, right?), they stop my inept dancing and show me a few new
    steps, and we all wind up in a drunken pile, groping or whatever
    those natives do when they are drunk and have a friendly alien
    in their midst.

    Say, got any tickets to that island?