The party for your little brother's birthday was held at 8:00 pm. This was the only time your parents let the boy stay up late, since it was his birthday. Rae was an excited 8 year old who always wanted a clown to perform at his birthday party, and finally, though your parents didn't like clowns, paid someone to come as a clown.

The clown became a total hotshot when he arrived at 9. His name was 'Barris' though he said his close friends called him 'Barry'. You weren't expecting this type of guy tobe the clown, though.

You expected some fat old man in his 60s with a beer belly to do it instead. But he was pretty buff, not to mention young.

As he performed silly tricks and treats, you noticed how well his makeup was done. Like it was glued to his face- lipstick making that classic clown smile, a red honker nose, and very big and bushy orange hair which covered his eyes as well. Barris had a party hat on, as well as thick black wrist bands with studs. He didn't have a shirt, so you could see his muscles clearly. He had a bit of fat on his belly, but huge pecs and muscles on his arms and legs. He was hairy- with a slight trail from his belly button to under his polka-dotted shorts. His arms were also hairy, as well as his unshaved arm pits. It added to his wild personality.

After the party was nearing the end, the clown guy, Barris, walked up to you, leaning against the wall beside you. The party was wild, filled with chatter, disco music, and lights. Your little brother was having fun with his friends.

Apparently, you caught Barris's eye.

"Oi," he said, his deep voice and country accent thick, shaking a bottle of beer in his hand, "want a drink? I've gotta few, y'know. But if cha don't want it, I'll gladly chug it down instead." Barry raised a brow, leaning his face closer. "You ain't a kid, right? Don't wanna get in trouble.." he winked.