Aidan wasn't one to walk home from the bar to head to his apartment only to end up sleeping outside in the streets or something. No, he isn't that kind of man... at least, he wasn't totally drunk. Just enough to where driving was bad... which was one sip, regardless of the beer except if it had zero alcohol in it. So one trip to a nearby bar that wasn't far from his apartment wouldn't hurt... would it?

Aidan was the CEO of his own company, Hatchworks Industries. He is Caucasian with dirty brown hair and amber eyes, with a slight bearded face. After attending business school, he built his company from the ground up. It took a few years but his company soon became popular. But as CEO he wasn't the nicest. He drove everyone to work hard, not letting his employees rest; but on occasion he would give them a day off. This prompt his employees to have distaste against to the CEO, but they kept it to themselves.

But one employee had strong connections to some friends in high places, so said employee had planned to have the perfect humiliation for the CEO. He told his friends about his boss and his plans for the night... and when he got the confirmation, he gained a devilish smirk. This should knock down the CEO a peg or two.

The CEO is currently walking down the street on his way to the bar, dressed in a nice suit. He has a white dress shirt, blue suit jacket with his gray dotted tie. He had corresponding blue slacks to match, white over-the-calf socks, and black dress shoes. This is one of his favorite suit to wear for any occasion whether a meeting or a night in the city, hoping to meet cute girl for him. He arrived at the bar from the walk in about a descent forty minutes -he watched his step, making sure no one would attempted to steal from him in his nice suit- as the sun went down just as it was the moon's turn to rise.

One drink. He was fine.

Two drinks. Fine abut a bit woozy.

Three drinks. More woozy than fine.

Four drinks. Nearly complete woozy behavior.

Five drinks... in a half.

A few hours later, Aidan emerged from the bar... drunk. He had consumed at least five in a half beers before swaying, his body type made it possible for him allowed him to take consume that much. He knew this would happen, but didn't care as he tried to walk home down the same route. But that was his first mistake.

But as he walked away, he didn't notice a van slowly following him.

This didn't bond well with his current state, he usually had a great sense of direction, but the liquor had screwed with this feature. He figured that since it was a simple walk, going to a bar, getting drunk, and walking back would be so easy. His mind changed simple directions and that much alcohol would need many hours to be removed from his system. He wondered until 9:59 and arrived.... in a random alleyway and just as some his common sense came back. Aidan's sense of direction, for the majority, came back and now saw a brick corner with no windows or stairways to the top in front of him. Realizing he was now in an alleyway, the CEO turned around... and froze at the sight that he saw.

A van with a logo...a clown face logo.

This van was apart of a recent clown gang that was nomadic, going from place to place, and they were notorious for pranking innocent civilians, with their shows. They often knocked out their victims, take them to a undisclosed location, and used pies, giving them quite the onslaught of cream and crust from the pastry and laughed at the misfortune. They some how slipped under the police departments radar, considering they were pranksters with habits that humiliated tons of civilians. And having walked to the abandoned side of the city, Aidan would have no witnesses if he went missing.

The van's back door opened, revealing three different clowns. One had a muscular build, other was slender, and the last one was a bit short. They all had red hair that pointed outwards in silly ways with face paint. They wore overalls with various patterns with plain color shirts. They also had gloves and oversized shoes that matched their respective shirts, along with a flower that matched each shirt as well.

Aidan wasn't sure what they would want from, but his first idea was money. The slender and short clown slowly approached the CEO while the muscular one reached in the back of the van, as if he was looking for something. Aidan slowly backed up, knowing he couldn't escape as he had cornered himself when he was drunk. Not backing down, the CEO gained a stern face, not showing fear.... which changed to sleep as he was knocked out by the flowers -they spray knockout gas- and collapsed in the concrete ground.

Aidan came to slowly when he realized he was in what appeared to be an abandoned apartment, the living room, probably in the same part of the city he had drunkenly walked to. He also came to the realization that he was bounded to a chair, his arms and legs were tied on the handles and legs respectively. He struggled for a bit, before the same three clowns showed themselves again. If Aidan was honest, he was terrified. This suit was one of his best! He had it tailored to his measurements, wore it to professional meetings, practically his signature suit, even made him look so sophisticated that he was rich... even though that was true yet he still lived in an apartment.

The muscular headed to the fridge -that was still operational for some reason- and pulled out six pies, leading the other two to grab two off of him. Now all three clowns had two pies in their hands. Aidan started to get worried, after if they got pie stains on his pristine suit, he would sue them... if he knew their names and can't sue the gang as they are nomadic.

The slender clown went first chucked one straight at the CEO's handsome face. It hit true, the crust littering across his face and the cream showered in his hair. Aidan grew a shocked expression on his face... while the same clown threw his other pie, this time hitting his neck, the crust stuck to. Aidan couldn't see with the cream on his face and since he was unable to wipe, which was probably for the best. The sort of short man threw one of his next, hitting near the CEO's slacks -and crotch-, before releasing the other which had struck his chest again. The muscular unload both of his pies in rapid succession hitting Aidan in the face twice. Thinking the worst was over, Aidan began to slowly open his eyes...


Only to shut them immediately as the clowns unloaded even more pies. Aidan had lost count of the amount of pies that had pelted his azure attire. He wanted it to end, all he wanted was to have a few beers at the newest bar but he was starting to feel completely humiliated as he became to coated in various pies. The humiliation continued for what Aidan thought was hours, when it was in actuality was about fifteen to twenty minutes. And if Aidan thought pies were just as humiliating, he was wrong. The muscular clown had a few full two gallon bucket of whipped cream and DUMPED it on the self imposed CEO. And to add insult to injury, the shorter clown had pulled out a bottle of chocolate syrup, squirting all over the CEO as the three clowns laughed at his misfortune.

The onslaught eventually stop, and the clowns released their hostage. The businessman felt his arms and legs free from their binds and wiped his eyes clean to recover his sight. By the time he was done cleaning them, he noticed the clowns had left, leaving him in his messy suit. Aidan trudged through the messy floor and came across a room with a mirror. He came closer and gasped at his new appearance.

Aidan's attire had been trashed and was definitely gone for good. His blue suit jacket, white dress shirt, and gray dotted tie were now smeared in cream, crust and chocolate syrup. His slacks had pie stains (probably from the short clown) and streaks of syrup. Some had even got into his underwear! His white otc socks and black dress shoes got coated in from the "debris" from the onslaught. His face and hair was largely "improved" with streaks of all three substances, mostly the pies though.

Aidan couldn't believe that he had become a victim of these... these... clowns! His good looks were now a dessert masterpiece-to the clowns at least. Aidan sighed as he didn't want to deal with this now. He found a still working clock in the apartment and noticed it was 4:16 in the morning. He dialed on his phone -it had been taken out by the clowns and left perfectly in tack- for Uber, planning to head home, unaware of the real reason he just went through his horrid humiliation. He had been recorded and the figure who called in the favor smirked at the CEO "unfortunate" luck.