"Greetings distinguished Gentlemen,

You are personally invited to my Roaring 20s party! Wear your best attire that fits this era! We shall eat and eat till you cannot take anymore! Don't be late! The event is at 06:00 PM, February 25, 2018.

-Sincerely, Your Host Ivan"

Since it was his turn, to plan the event for tonight, Ivan decided to go for a more classical theme this time around. Granted it costed a lot, but still it was worth it. Unfortunately for him though, only few of his friends could come, so they would have to do. He planned for more people though...

Ivan is a handsome man in his mid thirties, Caucasian with slick brown hair and facial hair along with hazel colored eyes. He was considered a party animal, according to his friends, but he didn't mind. He came from a rich heritage, but doesn't like to flaunt it, stating he would rather be treated normal. For the get together tonight, he wore attire fitting to the theme. Considering he was the host, Ivan had on a white tuxedo shirt, a black tuxedo jacket with three cuff links, a black bow tie, slacks, black over-the-calf dress socks, and black dress shoes. He had hired a small all male orchestra -about fourteen- and a few butlers for the night, also decked out in tuxedos.

Hearing the doorbell, Ivan went to get the door. He greeted the five people who could attend the 1920s party.

There was Mitchell, a Caucasian male slick brown hair, combed to perfection. He dressed in a velvet brown like color tuxedo jacket that covered his white tuxedo shirt and suspenders underneath. He had a black bow tie, slacks, over the calf socks, and black dress shoes.

Next to Mitchell, was Andrew. He is Caucasian sporting almost the same attire as Mitchell, wearing the same dress shirt, bow tie, slacks, socks, and dress shoes but a blue velvet tuxedo jacket.

Cole, a Caucasian male with combed brown hair, had another velvet tuxedo on, this one in green. He had a white tuxedo shirt, black slacks, a green -albeit a little oversized- bow tie, violet sheer socks and velvet purple loafers.

The final guest was Pietro, a Hispanic-Caucasian mix with combed hair like Cole. He had on a blue satin tuxedo jacket with black lapels, white tuxedo shirt, slacks, blue dress socks, and navy blue velvet loafers.

Not to mention, they all seemed to have a pompous attitude that Ivan had no idea where it came from. Probably to fit the mood for the night...

Ivan elected to ignore their attitude. Escorting them to the dining, they saw that dinner was already on the table. A full chicken cooked and steamed to perfection in the center, multiple vegetables and starches littered around the meat, and drinks already filled with wine. No missing a beat, Ivan and his guest dug in. With etiquette of course. The orchestra played in the back, creating an high society mood through their music. The butlers came and went, attending to the guest they had been hired to care for. Dinner was finished around 7:45, the time had flown by as they enjoyed themselves.

But to Ivan, the fun had yet to come.

First things first, dessert was taken out and presented. The dessert for the night was an assortment of various pies.

The hired butlers placed the pies in front of their guest and left rather quickly. Cole dipped his figure through the cream of his pie and pulled out, licking it for a taste. Ivan grabbed a hold of his pie, excused himself before walking over to one of his guest.

Said guest was Mitchell...

Who received a pie to his handsome face.

The victim gained a look of shock at the action. Ivan, on the other hand, just returned to his seat, like he just did not start an act of "war," while ignoring the spouts from Mitchell. Jonah snicker in a posh attitude before getting a pie himself courtesy of Mitchell. Then Pietro accidentally got one to his chest, staining it and infuriating him, and hurled a pie at his attacker which was Jonah who's pie was meant for Mitchell. Jonah avoided it and the thrown pie plastered Cole in his face, gasping in shock.

Although Ivan was secret pleasuring himself as he watching his guests pie each other. Step two is now in play...

While the host was enjoying himself, Cole had returned the favor with a pie to Pietro in the face and gave him a tin hat as table courtesy. Ivan was practically gleefully with what his guests had began...

Of course he was smothered as well, taking pies to both his handsome face and expensive attire. This lead him to joining in the pie throwing festivities as well, landing dozens of impacts against his four "lucky" guests. The guest tried to take cover behind the various furniture they could hide behind but were still pied, no matter how much they hid. Some of the pies also struck the butlers and orchestra members, cream exploding and splattering against them and their tuxedos while maintaining their posture or playing their instruments respectively. The orchestra's brass instruments also shot pies, how no one knows, which were fired across the dining hall and splattered on top of the host, his guests, and the butlers.

The pie fight continued for about an hour, everyone getting pies to their attire, the host and guests being creamed the most as the orchestra and butlers still doing their duties.

Ivan was now dressed in pies. His handsome face and hair was creamed all around, the tuxedo shared the same fate. The host's satin black tuxedo jacket, white tuxedo shirt, and black bow tie suffered a tremendous cream "shower" from the onslaught, stained from cream and crust to no point of return. His adorned slacks was composed of stains too and his black dress shoes had become victims of the fallen debris as well, some residue entering his shoes and getting to his socks. The host had also gained a tin hat and tipped like it was a regular top hat.

Mitchell's handsome appearance lost all its fancy appeal when he first arrived. The pies had tarnished his velvet tuxedo jacket, white tuxedo shirt, and black bow tie he wore for tonight. The crust and cream littered across his face and moped his hair. His slacks were drenched while his black dress socks and shoes were covered from the impacts as well.

Andrew shared the same fate as Mitchell, the various impacts trashed his tuxedo and face to no end. The crust was still stuck onto his blue velvet tuxedo jacket, cream ran down his dress shirt and his bow tie was crooked. The slacks got paste littered along them, the black dress socks and dress shoes receiving the same along with bits of crust.

Cole had his attire in a form of a mess now. The desserts had plastered his velvet dark green tuxedo, white dress shirt, and slightly oversized green-black bow tie, giving it a creamy white coloring. The grey slacks became an ivory color from the pies and running down them, cream landed on top of his violet velvet loafers and sheer socks.

Lastly Pietro gained a crust and cream layer on himself, head to toe. The crust had smothered his entire face and hair. Pie stains were littered along his satin blue tuxedo, white dress shirt, and navy blue bow tie, the latter now crooked. His black slacks lost their original color, now "favoring" the substances he was subjected to. His cerulean blue dress socks and black velvet loafers were coated from the fallen substances as well.

The orchestra members and butlers had received their fair share of splats too. Cream "explosions" were very noticeable on their black tuxedos as they continued to play or work, respectively, dismissing the whipped cream pies they endured and keeping a straight face.

Ivan gained a small smirk on his cream covered face. This is what he was looking forward tonight. A nice classic, formal pie fight with albeit a few of his friends. He loved the idea of WAM, so getting his friends on board was a bit though but hopeful they understood. He knew the clean up would take forever, seeing the dining hall covered in the same substances he currently adorned on his tuxedo, but he so wanted to do this again.

Next time though, he wanted a bigger cast to pie.