Another recent entry, I liked it, but wonder if it makes sense?
INT: OFFICE, SHARON IS AT HER DESK, ENTER TRACEY. SHE IS DISHEVELLED.
SHARON: So...do we have an office romance?
TRACEY: No! Turns out Bruce is a two-timer and his outfit at the Summer Ball wasn't fancy dress.
SHARON: You mean he's...?
TRACEY: Yes. He's a Werewolf.
SHARON: Did you shag him?
TRACEY: Obviously, I've never had a Werewolf before.
SHARON: Me neither. Did he have a big one?
TRACEY: Well, at first, I thought I'd dropped my lipstick, but once it was fully engorged...
SHARON: Go on....
TRACEY: Let's just say, the neighbours had to throw a bucket of water over us.
SHARON: You look like you've been dragged through a hedge backwards.
TRACEY: I was! Number 16's bitch was on heat.