The winter waltz

 

The Party at the House

The House was warm with the roaring fire and the free-flowing booze, and the power tussle between the Chief and his deputy, who had decided to lose his wig and the ruby collar pin, at some stage. It was the winter waltz at the House, and the Chief dressed as a wolf, with the rest of his cronies in their black leather jackals sorry jackets and vegetable green bows, pinned with black on their snow-white shit sorry shirt collars were dancing. while the intoxicated staffer’s body as cold as a snowflake was lying on the floor of a forgotten back room. 

 


It was the winter waltz, and the Chief had decided to come dressed as a wolf, while the rest of the coccus had donned their uniform, black leather jackets and vegetable green bows, pinned with black and gold brochures, sorry, I meant broaches on snow-white shit collars. The House was warm with the roaring fire, and the power tassel sorry, the tussle between the head of the House and his deputy, who had decided to lose his wig and the ruby and diamond collar pin, at some stage, and the free flowing booze, but the intoxicated staffer and her friends were all as cold as snowflakes in their skimpy skirts and satin tank tops, 

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