Tequila And Slushies

Rev scouted out the place, looking for a guy. This place was called The Drunkin’ Cube. It was the newest type of bar where you could get your favorite drinks in slush or popsicle. The margaritas were slammin’ ; so much so that Rev had three and he was chugging his fourth. As the glass was hitting his lips he saw him. Only from the back but boy did he have a great ass in those tight black jeans. Jet black shiny hair in loose playful spikes. God he had to go over there and at least say hi. He sauntered over to the boy trying not to stumble or trip. Graceful he was NOT with so much tequilia in him. He got to his beautiful ebony haired god and said, trying not to slur, ‘Babydoll…I’m the Reverend Strychnine Twitch, wanna be my nun?’ And he turned around, and all Rev could see was…
A cherry bomb popsicle between his lips.