Roxy paused a moment, somewhat frozen in place and cheeks flushed red. She slowly raised a hand to the cheek and swallowed hard, smiling to herself. Things might not be so bad after all. She thought, sitting up and looking over to where Christa knelt. She chuckled quietly to herself about the idea that a couple of queer girls and a big Russian had been spared from the rapture. It sounded like a bad joke without a punchline. So two lesbians and a big Russian man walk into a bar. She laughed slightly and sat back in the pew, wishing she could think of a punchline.