He'd never really had much success in dating in the past, at least on Holiday Island. Of the holidays who presented as women, many were already in a committed relationship...he still couldn't believe what April Fools Day had done after he'd flirted with Halloween just once. Christmas' one-day-older sister ("Call me Eve") had dismissed him for his party-hard nature, and New Year's Eve ("Call me Eve", and didn't THAT get confusing as hell) had dismissed him for being a saint's holiday, never mind the fact that when it came to holidays known for binge drinking, he came second only to her.
So, it came to a great shock to him that Daria, the mortal who had saved Holiday Island from the tyranny of President's Day some years before, managed to track him down and seduce him. He was presently handcuffed to the bed posts of the motel room they'd hastily checked into, and he unconsciously licked his lips as she slid off his last remaining piece of clothing, a pair of bright green boxers.
"Hey Paddy," she whispered into his ear.
"Y-yeah?" he stammered out.
"You're not wearing anything green," she pointed out.
No soooner did he realize the date was, in fact, his own day, did he feel a quick, sharp pain on his arm. "Ouch!" he hissed. "Very funny, lass, but OUCH!" She had pinched him again, in a much more sensitive place. "Stop that! Let me gOUCH!"
Daria clucked her tongue. "Now Paddy," she purred sensuously. "Why would I do that? After all, it's still almost ten hours until midnight, and you don't have aaaaany green on you." She pinched him again, this time breaking skin and drawing blood, and he began to scream.
His screams continued for a really, really long time.