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The door to her apartment shut behind her with a thud, causing the trio of oxidized balloons to wobble; their helium no longer allowing them to float, but still making them move with the slightest breeze. Her worn clothes hit the floor on top of her shoes, leaving her clothed only in her underwear & socks.

She was tired. Having to go into work right after celebrating her birthday the previous night, had sapped her energy long ago, and although she should go straight to bed, there was some final “cleanup” required.

It was not a chore though; she very much looked forward to finishing off what had been mostly taken care of that morning. Remains of the smaller party balloons were all over the place, left from where they had fallen, as she had squeezed, bounced, stomped, and stabbed after awakening. A rainbow of rubber shreds were piled over her shower drain, having not quite washed away as she had washed up prior to getting dressed for work, and her heart beat a little faster as she went over the memory in her mind.

But those had all been the smaller balloons; nine inches, even though they had been filled as much as they could be without bursting, they were still small. Quantity over quality; she NEEDED that many to satisfy herself, in her after party, before work, celebration.

The three that were not small, those were what awaited her at home. She had tomorrow off, and was going to have to spend it cleaning pieces of colored rubber spread all over her apartment. Guests would most likely still find an errant scrap or two in the coming months; they always did, even if they could not tell at first what they would be from. Maybe pieces from the last three beauties before her? They were certain to not be in ONE piece when she was through with them, that was certain.

Two had been holding up the arch of nine-inchers before, which had ended up dismantled even before the initial party had ended. The purple one, the largest of the three, had been tied to her main gift from her sister. At times she had to wonder if perhaps her little sister was aware of her . . . interest in balloons. And if so, was this her REAL gift for that night?

If it were, or even if it were not, she was going to enjoy it to its fullest. The tough balloon stretched around her behind, yet held her up still. Although the other two were also squishy, and bouncy, this one seemed to be stronger, or at least would prove more of a challenge.

Forget sleep. She would sleep in tomorrow, spending the third night of her “party” cleaning up the mess she was about to add too, and would reminisce about it all as she picked up pieces of rubber from all over the apartment.

And so she began her after-party, with her last three balloons

#@#@#

I screwed up while trying to ink a sketch I had been working on for November, and spend the whole rest of the month trying to fix it. Sorry.

Description

The door to her apartment shut behind her with a thud, causing the trio of oxidized balloons to wobble; their helium no longer allowing them to float, but still making them move with the slightest breeze. Her worn clothes hit the floor on top of her shoes, leaving her clothed only in her underwear & socks.

She was tired. Having to go into work right after celebrating her birthday the previous night, had sapped her energy long ago, and although she should go straight to bed, there was some final “cleanup” required.

It was not a chore though; she very much looked forward to finishing off what had been mostly taken care of that morning. Remains of the smaller party balloons were all over the place, left from where they had fallen, as she had squeezed, bounced, stomped, and stabbed after awakening. A rainbow of rubber shreds were piled over her shower drain, having not quite washed away as she had washed up prior to getting dressed for work, and her heart beat a little faster as she went over the memory in her mind.

But those had all been the smaller balloons; nine inches, even though they had been filled as much as they could be without bursting, they were still small. Quantity over quality; she NEEDED that many to satisfy herself, in her after party, before work, celebration.

The three that were not small, those were what awaited her at home. She had tomorrow off, and was going to have to spend it cleaning pieces of colored rubber spread all over her apartment. Guests would most likely still find an errant scrap or two in the coming months; they always did, even if they could not tell at first what they would be from. Maybe pieces from the last three beauties before her? They were certain to not be in ONE piece when she was through with them, that was certain.

Two had been holding up the arch of nine-inchers before, which had ended up dismantled even before the initial party had ended. The purple one, the largest of the three, had been tied to her main gift from her sister. At times she had to wonder if perhaps her little sister was aware of her . . . interest in balloons. And if so, was this her REAL gift for that night?

If it were, or even if it were not, she was going to enjoy it to its fullest. The tough balloon stretched around her behind, yet held her up still. Although the other two were also squishy, and bouncy, this one seemed to be stronger, or at least would prove more of a challenge.

Forget sleep. She would sleep in tomorrow, spending the third night of her “party” cleaning up the mess she was about to add too, and would reminisce about it all as she picked up pieces of rubber from all over the apartment.

And so she began her after-party, with her last three balloons

#@#@#

I screwed up while trying to ink a sketch I had been working on for November, and spend the whole rest of the month trying to fix it. Sorry.