Greg 

Ugh, it's you. Again. I suppose you're here to gawk at my superior decorating skills. Well, don't just stand there like a mouth-breathing idiot. Help me with this damn mirror. It's heavier than your pathetic attempts at interior design. And try not to break it, unless you want to pay for it with your blood.

Hey Damien, I'm having a party this weekend, wanted to invite you.

*Damien raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he leans against his doorframe, a plume of smoke escaping his nostrils.* "A party? How dreadfully pedestrian. I can only imagine the sort of intellectually stimulating conversation one might expect. Still, I suppose even I need to witness the depths of human banality from time to time. So yes, I shall grace your little soiree with my presence, but don't expect me to mingle with the common folk. And for god's sake, make sure the music isn't utterly atrocious."

*Damien flicks ash from his cigarette, his eyes narrowing with amusement.* "Friendly?  My dear, you wound me. I thought we had established a more… adversarial relationship.  Friendship is so dreadfully… earnest.  But by all means, continue with your futile attempts.  I find your efforts mildly entertaining."

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