A man enters the club the hostess takes his designer jacket every single thing about this man screams perfection. Everyone in the club is caught for just a moment in a trance held by his gaze as he surveys the room. He crosses the room in one single fluid movement to slide into a vacated booth. A waitress stops at the table shaking anxiously in the presence of this great man. She sets two glasses on the table one of white wine the other of red wine. About 15 minuets later another man shows up equally as gorgeous as the first yet somehow seems more approachable his smile blinding a few people return it. While the first man was in a luxurious suit this man is dressed to party on the dance floor. His dancing is as equally graceful as the first man but more wild and primal on the dance floor. He can command total attention in just the way his hips move. After a while he leaves the floor in a shower of applause and people asking to dance with him. He moves to the booth of the first man. He grabs the glass of white wine and downs it. Our first gentleman sips on the red. He asks “did you have fun dancing with mere mortals?”
“yes I did.”
“even though they are beneath you?”
“yes.”
Disgusted “have you no shame?”
Irritated “not since I left your side!” calmer now “I wanted to have fun and the only way for me to do so was abandon you and break your rules now I’m having the time of my life.”
“you didn’t have to break all the damn rules did you?”
“you didn’t have to make everything fun evil did you?”
Indignant “praying is fun.”
“yeah, only for you.”
“that’s not true.”
“yes it is people freaking extol you every time they bow there damnable heads!”
Exasperated both men sigh and fall back in there seats. After a while both men get up and start dancing with whoever is available on the floor one in a refined dignified manner the other gyrating on his partner. After a few songs they return to the table calmer and more relaxed. Again sipping on his wine. “we didn’t come here to have this conversation we came here to settle things once and for all.”
“agreed.” with all the seriousness of the supreme court “okay first things first lessen up on damming people to hell for being sexually deviant its getting full down there at this rate the entire world will half to spend a hundred years in hell anytime some one masturbates its getting ridiculous okay it just feels way too good for people to stop.”
“fine” any other demands
“yes stop sending gay people down there the keep trying to redecorate everything.”
“no, they stay.”
“well I tried. Any how quit sending heathen people to me just cause the don’t believe in you per say. Its getting silly people keep asking about fields of wheat and some great spirit. Its getting awkward.”
“but they don’t believe in me!”
“I don’t care! Take them back.”
“okay.”
“Oh and keep your angels from preaching in my pleasure pits it ruins the mood. that’s all for this millennia.”
“good I really don’t care to be in your presence anyway.” he gets up and swaggers to the door disappearing into the night.
“God he is such a stick in the mud.” he gets up and dances until morning then returns to hell noticing how it’s a lot less crowded “damn he works fast.”