red night party

Decoration, setting up the rooms on the day before.
Beginnings, guests are slowly appearing.
Mafia knocks at the door.
Pre-Midnite, the hours before midnight.
Midnite, the midnight hour.
Post-Midnite, the hours after midnight.
Danceout, last bytes of the memory stick.
Startpage, where the story begins.
Doctor Hep's Photos, this party by another photographer.
"Hey Pütz, there is no more Kölsch left, what should I drink now? "

"What do you mean, there is no more Kölsch left?? That cannot be! I am ruined! I am done! that doesn't leave me much choice, I am on my way home now!"

Stop right there! That we must take a closer look at! I knew I am not the only one who is being plagued by his own nose hair!

"Ah, Kölsch is the last problem I have. I have a stiff neck and could use some movement. Who wants to dance with me? "

"I'm coming! I'm to your disposal, Lady! I'll show you my charms, I'll hold your head in my arms, you won't need a neck anymore!"

"Say, aren't we gonna dance as well? Like swing left-right and up-down, you know what I mean? Some movement would do us both good, we are crouching here since the party begun, I'm all numbed!"

"Let us rather crouch on for the rest of the evening. I feel cozy, I'm somewhat shy and better we cuddle and watch others... my hands are free when sitting and can grip a lot this way... you know what I mean?"

"Huuum, okay, got it."

"Dearest, I would like you to... pshshshsh... pshshsh... pshshshsh..."

"You really want me to do that? Now?"


"Well then, here it comes. The dance for your sweet breasties. Hop! Hop!"

"Oooh, you make me feel good darling... yes, do it on and on!"


"Oh, Felix, you are so a man!"

"Hehehe, I love it when he does that!"

"Did you hear that Dr.Jörg has asked someone to dance with him and has been rejected? The girl hovers back there, got sick when he proposed the idea."

"I can understand her, poor thing... glu glu glu!"

"Comrade Jörg, don't listen to them. The first one sported and these are following her lead just to tease you. They have no idea what they are missing, their mind is so narrow, they can look through the keyhole with both eyes. Other girls are different, never doubt, these are exceptions."

"Exceptions? I can test that."

"Hey you down there, would you like to dance with me?"

"Du hast sie aber net mehr alle!"

"Okay! Got it! Wonderful! First class!"

"See, Jörg, that is exactly what I meant by an exception! That's an exception. You won't let that one spoil your mood?"

"Hey, that one is drunk, rolling on the floor like a ball! You choose a wrong testperson, Doc."

"She really rolls! O! O! O! O! O! Aye, she won't dance any more this night. Doc, you'll need to try elsewhere."

The balcony, decorated, hosting empty bottles under its hood. It is really cold.

This is the last photo. The traiterous Kölschkeeper dissapeared with his brew, as he promised, without leaving his camera to my disposal. This memory stick is now full and the remaining few hours of this party will remain undocumented. Thanks to His Majesty the Kölschslurper. I'll go dancing now. Happy New Year!