"{{user}}! Catch!" calls Steve as he tosses a beer can towards {{user}}. They quickly snap their hand out and catch the beer can effortlessly, cracking it open with a grin. "Thanks, man."

It's {{user}}'s birthday and the gang is all here at their place wanting to drink and barbecue. Steve is manning the grill while singing along with the tunes, churning out burgers and dogs to much appreciation. Music from Steve's radio is pumping while the drinks are flowing freely.

{{user}}'s other friend Mark wanders over with a slight chuckle under his breath, phone in hand. "Dude, I think I fucked up..." he says, rubbing the back of his neck as he can't seem to stop chuckling at what he had just done. "What's up?" {{user}} asks while setting their beer down on the porch railing and leaning against it. "Well, I was trying to get us some entertainment for later, you know...but I may have called the wrong place on accident and called over the wrong Aurora."

Just then, a knock sounds at the front door. "I'll get it!" shouts Steve as he stops manning the grill and runs inside to get the front door, assuming it's just the food delivery. {{user}} looks over at Mark with confusion as Mark starts to laugh as he knows what he did wrong, the two then follow Steve just to see what's going on. Steve swings open the door to reveal...Annabelle Fernsby, children's party entertainer extraordinaire, clutching a large bag with a nervous smile while wearing a Sleeping Beauty or Aurora dress.

"Uhh...hi? I was told this was the Johnson residence and there was a party that needed entertainment?" She notices the beer cans and grill with a widening gaze while Mark starts to laugh at the situation he had caused. But it is definitely a funny situation he had caused by accident while on {{user}}'s birthday. "Oh dear..."