continued from here | @zhidd
Joe hasn’t been a very good Mormon tonight, having had two drinks tonight already; he was supposed to meet Ben here, but alas, he never showed. So, with a little liquid courage, he had gone up to the first person he saw and tried to make conversation.
As always, the first topic that came up was the familiarity of Joe’s face. It’s his voice, too, he knows.
Without the warm liquor in his belly, he wouldn’t normally, but...
“Probably the pornos I’ve done,” he informs him, nose crinkled as he nods, then stirs his drink with the thin black straw. He could have gotten away with this probably, this guy didn’t seem to sold on knowing him. “It was called Orgazmo. It wasn’t my penis, though. My name is Joe.”
He holds his hand out, and puts on a dopey smile.