Nick was dancing when the two leprechauns peered at him from beneath a tablecloth.
"Wait until he gets a wee bit closer and then spring," the older leprechaun advised.
You grin with a green glint in your eyes as you squat ready to leap.
"I know," you answer. You really are enjoying this. When you were in junior high, Nick had been your personal bully. He made your life hell giving you wedgies, and wet willies. Now you were going to get your revenge.
You wave your hand, and another partier spills her drink just where you want. Nick's right foot hits the new puddle, and he pivots and spins and slides right toward you. You cling to the underside of the table.
Nick was dancing when he hit the puddle and found himself sliding on his ass under a table. He was horrified to see a tiny naked humanoid creature. Helplessly, Nick's jaws spring open as pink hot air rushes out of his mouth. His body begins to deflate like a balloon leaving his clothes empty. He feels his arms and legs sliding through his trouser legs and sleeves, as if they were shrinking. Then to his horror, the little creature drops feet first into his mouth. Nick's tongue tastes the foul creature, and he feels ill. His body shrinks quickly, and he's now a form fitting green jumpsuit being worn by a leprechaun.
You laugh and scoot quickly for the cover of another table.
Diana was dancing with Nick when he slipped. She laughed at the slapstick fall and slide under a nearby table. Then the tablecloth fluttered like Marilyn Monroe's dress over that New York subway grate. A cloud of pink dust emanated from the table, but Nick didn't come out from underneath it. She went over to the table and lifted the cloth, but all she found was an empty suit. She did she a retreating shape, and pursued it to the next table. At first, she thought it was an animal, but then when it darted for the bushes, she was certain it was a tiny human. She didn't know what happened to Nick, but she figured if she caught that thing she'd find out.