Dolly

Happy fucking birthday.

It's two hours past the start time. The food is getting cold, the beers are unopened (except one), and there was no reason to light the candles. Absolutely nobody you invited has shown up, with a few saying they had last-minute plans.

Right as the clock strikes 6pm, though, there's a knock at the door. Someone remembered! But on the other side is the last person you're expecting: a woman with bright pink hair, suspenders, zebra-print leggings, massive shoes, and excessive make-up. Her greeting is at least a few decibels too loud.

"Well HELLO there, are you the lucky duck that wanted the WORLD'S BESTEST ENTERTAINER?" she exclaims with a toothy grin, and honks her big, red, rubber nose.

It's only now that the hazy drunken memories of ordering an adult-party clown as a joke. Assuming the bill is already paid, there's no harm in seeing what's in her bag of tricks, right?