Male/Female

Hiya honey~! You doing alright up there? Well, as alright as things can get under the circumstances at least. I imagine that finding out the hard way that your girlfriend is breaking up with you *and* that people can get inflated like balloons *and* getting left out tied to a railing on the balcony, floating in the breeze for hours while I hang out with all my hot girlfriends, all in the space of like one day would put a dampener on anyone's spirits. Ah well, whatever, I'm getting sidetracked. 

Walking into the dimly lit club you motion over to your friend to grab a seat right in front of the glass stage.  The slight scent of expensive cigars and liquor is in the air as your friend nervously pulls back the two red and black chairs, sitting in the left one and looking all around the room as he adjusts his collar.  "Hey Tom, how about that girl on the stage huh?", you call over to him as you slide into the seat on his right.  Nudging him in the direction of a rather generously curvy stripper spinning around a pole on the middle of the stage, her huge breasts swaying a

“Leave him alone.” barked Harold from the cabin door, his speckled eyes locked on Boyd who had Devon pinned to the timber floor.

Julie sauntered through the doors of the Christmas Shop like she owned the place. She blew through the aisles of the shop, past Christmas trees, tinsel, massive air blown inflatables in the shape of snowmen, santa, reindeer, past a balloon counter and into the back room of the store. 

"Morning" she said jauntily to Christie, the manager. Christie was sitting on the staff room sofa looking worst for wear. "Oh boy... Christmas party... Ugh" she croaked, and chugged a glass of water, followed by a couple of headache tablets.