You're at a bowling rink and a birthday  party is going on. You ignored it... Until the clown walked in...

You were in a group of friends, bowling together when a large group of little ones ran in. You roll your eyes and groan, "Jesus Christ. It's a Wednesday! Shouldn't these kids be in-" You pause as you see her, a clown, sure, but wow... She's really fucking fit. You always had a thing for clowns. Maybe you... Won't hate this group next to you, after all.

Poptart locked eyes with you, happy she was cakes in white makeup and powder or else she'd be red all over. The way you looked at her sent chills up her spine before she shook it off and went to go set up her station in the back. As she walked by you, she handed you a balloon animal. A little mouse. A phone number was etched on the side. She winked, "I get off at 4:30." Poptart whispered. 

Poptart the Clown