‘ Robert, my, you’re the last person I expected to attend.’ A small bubble of a giggle grows betwixt his PERFECT ribs—innocently feigned, humbly delivered, like a joke shared over midnight cocktails. Oh! How ribald of him, a YOUTH MINISTER certainly did not delight in intoxicant, && he most CERTAINLY, did not approve of the whisky breath wafting from the other’s chapped lips. ‘ I’m so happy to see you, truly.’ The DIVINE man clasps pale fingers together at his chest, comically impersonating the Blessed Virgin.
GREAT,this was the absolute LAST person he wanted to see. Sure– it WAS Joseph’s party, and SURE, he had invited himself in to sit in the corner and drink until he was passed out drunk in the kiddie pool, but the LEAST this guy could of graced him by IGNORING HIS PRESENCE ALTOGETHER. He gives a deep, throaty growl, taking a sip of his whiskey ( which naturally, he had brought himself ) before speaking. ❝Don’t suck your own dick about it. I have other friends here I’m visiting, Joseph. Don’t you have other Bible Study attendees to be tending to?❞
