I look around shaking my head, the party is only 5 minutes old and the hostess is alread naked and moaning on the grass. I just pick up my tray and look out through my spider-man mask and walk towards the lovely demoness before me.

"Teanie weanie ma'am" I ask her.

"No thanks i prefer mine much larger", she replies while taking a big sip out of her bottle, letting some run down her chin.

"I am sure that could be arranged later ma'am" I said and she turned away from me with a wink.

So having been rejected I pick up my tray and begin to walk towards the other people, the middle part of my costume pointing the way.

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Love...the slowest form of suicide.