Issues in serving

It might very well be that you just made a friend out of the prettiest girl in the party and you feel a bit nervous. It’s not like you haven’t been friends with famous people, but the way you did it last time was a lot more sexual. You are not even sure if you were real friends with Chelsie. The few times you met in a week you just shared a kiss or fucked outright. And it was always over in just an hour or two.

You carry the gingerbread cookies to a table by the main party area and Penelope starts putting them on trays so you follow example. Some other people join too and soon enough every single gingerbread is put up all pretty-like. “Great, so, why’d we do this? Are we going to have snacks here or what? Gotta do those ourselves too?” You ask Penelope who is talking with Iris, the skeleton bitch.

“Oh, really? Hmph, that’s not good. I can’t believe that.” Penelope seems annoyed and Iris peeks at you and motions you closer. “Hey… sorry about the earlier. Ehh, been thinking and…” You try and Iris just stares into your soul with those dark eyes of hers and you realize it never mattered. “Oh, what’s that? You didn’t get into an argument, did you girls?” Penelope asks still annoyed by something and you can’t have the pretty blonde all frustrated in her own party and explain as Iris listens eyebrow raised.

“-and then she kicked me in the balls, but that’s nothing. Yeah, sorry. That’s all.” You finish and Penelope sighs and looks at Iris and then you: “Fine. But none of that anymore. Got that? In fact. Why don’t you two go get the food together? That should improve your relationship, hm? I have to go meet some people. I’ve been such a bad host, haha~!” She laughs more relaxed and hurries to some dancing people and you smirk looking at her bare butt once again - her costume is just the best.

Iris nudges you and takes you hand: “Ok… gee, could you try being more obvious? We have work to do…” She drags you out into the coat hangars and stuffs you into the elevator. Iris side-eyes you and fixes her dress and leans on the wall pouting. You take a deep breath and wonder what the night still holds for you.