Things go poorly (longer route)

The silence was broken by a shrill, rodent-like voice, "No, no, NO! Absolutely NOT!"

It was Janice Woods, hostess of the party, and boy was she mad. she marched up to Michael and Hannah in her lime green string bikini, her big butt bouncing as she did so, her chest, not so much. She had junk in the trunk but not much up top. Her fiery red hair was nearly standing on end in rage as she stomped her feet at the height-contrasting nudists.

"I can accept a little flirting, I can tolerate a little dirty dancing, I'll even look the other way when somebody sneaks vodka into the punch, but I draw the fucking line at PEOPLE WHIPPING THEIR DICKS AND PUSSIES OUT AT MY PARTY!!!" She screamed, her round glasses nearly falling off her face.

"H-hey Janice! Babe! Chill, it's the... next big thing???" Hannah said, her composure starting to slip.

"I'll show YOU the next big thing you fucking perverts! DADDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!" She shouted in a pitch that could shatter glass.

In nearly nearly an instant, Janice's father was strolling into the circle formed by the crowd. He was an immense man, even taller than Hannah and twice as wide. His muscles bulged under his pink polo shirt and seafoam green board shorts.

"Yes, sweetheart?" The mustachioed man said so gently, Michael and Hannah almost laughed involuntarily.

"These two took off their suits and started parading around naked! They're ruining my partyyy-hee-heee!" Janice cried.

"Awww, honey." Her father cooed, again in his hilariously calm and kindly voice.

"OUT! I want them OUT! Throw them out Daddy!" Janice said, going from crying to hateful in an instant. It was legitimately scary.

"Sorry you two, ya gotta go." the man said in a sing-song tone.

Hannah put on a sweet and sexy attitude and said...