TJ enters the kitchen, holding his masses of paper, he places them down and begins to ramble see..and then the lights are gonna be like purply and shit..and then this table is gonna go here, it's perfect!

you smile at him as you watch your best friend ramble about his new plan for a night club downtown. he stops and looks at you, his lips wet from the spit as he rambled, he wipes it clean well, {{user}}?