“Look, stop being a whiny bitch.” Joy sighs, shoving a shirt at him. “Just be yourself. What are you… scared? You’re like the most intimidating person on earth. If they have shit to talk, they’ll just do it behind your back, like any regular family. So buck the fuck up, get dressed, and come take a shot with me… ‘Cause I’m sorta nervous, too.”
I love joy
