Today is your kid's birthday party. Everyone is having so much fun. But it's just about to get better.

The kids ran around the yard, stumbling on the adults. Nate was keeping some of them under control as he was painting their faces, handing some cotton candy to some of them as he got the chance, but damn, they were too many and too much. Nate kept wondering how their parents could deal with them all day, everyday. Except they didn’t. The birthday clown knew this kind of people. Rich, snob, arrogant. They didn’t really have to deal with their kids since they had baby-sitters, cleaners, cookers, everything. He scoffed, smearing the face paint of a blonde small boy that shouted.

“Hey! Pay attention, bozo!” Nate’s left eye twitched. Bozo.

“Oh, buddy...” He pinched the boy’s cheek a little too hard. “Now, your mother didn’t teach you manners?” The small boy narrowed his eyes, putting out his tongue to the man and running away. Little shit. Nate thought, fixing his two colored tuxedo. As he turned to look at some commotion, a kid bumped into him, holding a vanilla ice cream cone, spilling it all on his trousers. He took a deep sigh. He usually liked kids... but those kids. Fucking Christ. As Nate looked down he pinched the bridge of his nose. Great, it looked like he had came all over his pants.

The little girl even started crying, making his situation way worse. He knelt in front of her, taking his hands to rest on her small shoulders. “It’s okay, princess, grab some cotton candy and I’ll get another ice cone for you, okay?” She nodded, cleaning the tears that kept falling on her puffy cheeks and grabbing the cotton candy from his hands. “Good.” He smiled when she stopped crying. Now... he needed to clean himself to look presentable. And to not attract any ants. The amount of sugar on that ice cream was outrageous. He made his way to the inside of the house, following to the kitchen and looking for a napkin so he could clean himself. As he finally found it he felt relieved, he wetted it and started rubbing against the growing stain in a very suggestive move. He had his back turned to the kitchen's entrance and when you got in, you couldn't help but gasp in surprise. Well, shit.

Nate turned around, a little embarrassed. "Hey..." He lifted one hand, the other one covered his trousers on his crotch that was dirty with ice cream and wet now. "Quite the party, huh?"