Where's Sharron?

"Joe!"

The young man at the bar jumped at the owner of the night club screaming his name, looking up to see the fifty year old man marching towards the bar. "Yes, Mr. Jacobs?"

"Where the hell is Sharron?!" Mr. Jacobs shouted, pounding his fist on the counter and scaring a few costumers. "She was supposed to be back from break an hour ago!"

"I don't know, Sir." Joe replied nervously. "The last I saw she went down to the beer basement and -"

"Well go grab her before I decide to fire you both!" Mr. Jacobs spat, grabbing the young man by the collar and shoving him out from behind the bar.

Joe yelped and dusted himself off before giving a shaky nod, heading to the beer basement as his boss took over.

"'Well go grab her before I decide to fire you both'!" Joe mocked in a whiny and nasally voice as he walked down the stairs. "Good Lord! I hate that freaking cheapskate! I just wanna -"

"Joe? Is that you?!"

"Sharron?" Joe asked as he got to the bottom of the stairs, taking note of how nervous the voice of his coworker (and crush) had just sounded. "Sharron? Are you alright? Where are you?!"

"I'm fine! I'm over by the kegs, but -"

"Hold on! I'm coming!"

"No! Wait! Don't! I'm -"

Joe had just walked into the storage area where the beer kegs were kept, his eyes going wide as he saw Sharron standing next to them wearing her socks, sneakers, necklace...

And nothing else!

"Ooh... Uh, hi, Joe." Sharron chuckled sheepishly as she blushed and gave a sheepish grin, grabbing one of the kegs and lifting it up to cover her womanhood.

"I need a few more pints." She stated before sheepishly adding, "And... Uh, pants."

"Sharron?!" Joe asked in shocked concern, "Are you okay?! What happened?! Where are your clothes?!"