Hand in hand, we jumped to stand on the railing, and fell.

At the last minute before we hit the street, we spread our wings, catching the air beneath us, and rising back up to the balcony.

We hovered there, grinning smugly at our stunned audience. I turned to see if my companion was enjoying their shock as much as I was. My jaw dropped.

Turns out the spreading of wings isn't good for shirts.