Joseph looked up from his position on the floor to see the pale woman from before. Apparently she thought his last few terrible decisions were intentional, and thought it was good enough to have earned him a drink on her. Well, in all honesty, he would've had to be an idiot to refuse, although he'd have to see if he could have the drink replaced with food. After all, drinking on five days of empty stomach was probably a bad idea...

Before he could ask, however, Fidel finally managed to pinpoint him in the crowd, and proceed to spurt out an unsurprisingly poorly put together tirade, mostly targeting his choice of apparel, or more appropriately, his [i]lack[/i] of choice.

And his eye twitched slightly.

Not because of the insults, mind you. He was more than used to [i]those.[/i]

No, it was because of the fact that he put no effort into the flow of the insults. It was a jarring mess, each one crashing into the next with no decent transition.

And then he turned to the girl who'd offered him a drink, a small, tired smile on his face.

"You know, this is almost definitely going to end up being a terrible idea, what with the fact that I haven't eaten in five days, but I can tell this is gonna be too painful to get through when I'm sober, and I'm gonna need something [i]strong[/i] to get me past [i]that.[/i]

As he spoke, he jerked his thumb over his shoulder at Lupe, who was telling someone to 'kick his ass'.

"If they have Absinthe or Everclear, one of those." He said. "If not, well, dealers choice, I guess."

And then he turned back to Lupe, an almost menacing smirk on his face. Of course, he was actually trying to wear a calm smile, and he was just screwing it up due to lack of proper interaction for the last... however long.

"Alright Fatel, I can see that I'm going to need to teach you a proper appreciation of the English language, and how to speak like an adult instead of a toddler." He said, although his tone clearly made it known how much of a hassle this was going to be for him. "Alright, so my main problem is the flow, in that there [i]wasn't[/i] any. You really need to find a good transition between each insult if you're going to let so many escape your mouth, especially since its probably the [i]only[/i] thing you'd let escape,looking at the size of you. As I mentioned, its best to think of it as a flow. Imagine that the conversation is a river, and the insults are ripples in the water. I'm sure you'd know what ripples are from whenever you accidentally knock your stomach into something, so it shouldn't be [i]too[/i] hard to imagine, even for someone who, given the chance, would probably try to [i]eat[/i] their brain rather than use it."

He sat back down in his chair, crossing his legs and trying to get comfortable now that he'd given up on escaping.

"Now, on to the next gripe I have with you, your massive lack of variety." He said, crossing his hands over his face into the classic Gendo pose. "Now, I'm aware you probably don't have a lot of targets, considering the fact that I'm [i]clearly[/i] smarter than you, but still, its honestly quite disappointing. All your 'insults', regardless of the fact that I didn't even find them that insulting, were aimed at the fact that I look homeless. Meanwhile, I get to take shots at the fact that you look like Fidel Castro, you can't sunbathe without people trying to roll you back into the ocean because they think you're a beached whale, and the utter lack of effort you put into making your insults listener friendly, which in all honesty, should be your first goal when you start trying to belittle someone in public. Well, actually, I suppose I should be fair, its an [i]ugly[/i] Fidel Castro at best. Still, I don't know what I [i]should[/i] have expected, considering the way you've not only ruined [i]your own[/i] reputation, but that of [i]your father[/i] too. And yes, I [i]do[/i] know who you are, Pissgate. It just took a little while to recognise you, because I lost my food tickets walking here from Texas, and I'm a little dizzy."

He tilted his head up in thought, before standing up and nodding.

"Alright, so in conclusion, maybe instead of getting your security guards to beat people up so you can take the credit and pretend you have literally any talent at anything, you should spend some more time learning how to make yourself sound less like a pig genetically engineered to have the most pathetic, grating personality in the entire USA. I mean, you probably don't have a whole lot of time, considering you have diabetes, drugs, and capitalist American operatives all fighting over who gets to out you in the ground first, but still, try not to give up. Maybe you could even become somewhat tolerable, although I really, [i]really[/i] doubt it."

And then he began to walk over to the bar. However, he stopped for a second, and turned back to face Lupe.

"Oh, and by the way, it looks like your blonde friend must make a point on being well-dressed. So while I'm gonna be busy [i]not[/i] making myself look pathetic in front of the crowds, tell him that he's dressed like an idiot for me, would you? And yes," he said, gesturing to his own worn out clothes, "that [i]is[/i] coming from me."

And then he completed his journey to the bar, where the pale girl was sitting with a larger group of people than before.

"And the best part," he said, taking a seat to join the small group, "is that if I were to ever actually approach my grandparents instead of keep running from them, I'm pretty sure I'd be richer than him."

He looked to the pale girl, as the nervousness and fear his hunger had helped to bury for a moment began to force its way back out.

"Anyway, its nice to meet you, I'm Joseph Moore. Is that Absinthe nearly here, because I think I'm gonna need it..."


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