Too Fat for Love
"Yes because if I'm drunk I can't take care of Satan, and she's sick,"
He raised an eyebrow and leaned against the wall, "What's your name?"
"Whats your name?" I asked/
"Christian?"
I stifled a giggle, "My names Anastasia,"
He didn't get the joke. Well that was a waste of a joke. "Take one drink, I'm sure Satan can take care of himself."
"No she can't. She's my cat,"
"Cat? Satan is the king of hell isn't he,"
I raised an eyebrow at him, was he like...stupid?