[Chapel didn't take long to get over to Grift's. Not only did alcohol sound perfect right now, he just didn't want to be around Geranium when he came back.
Something about their argument struck him as familiar, and made him feel more than a little off-balance, even if he meant every word he'd written. He wouldn't back down, but he was a guest in the man's home; he had no place confronting Geranium in person. But Grift was a friendly face, or a devious one, something like that. He didn't bother knocking, though.]
Glory, glory hallelujah. Where'd you find that, Grift?
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Something about their argument struck him as familiar, and made him feel more than a little off-balance, even if he meant every word he'd written. He wouldn't back down, but he was a guest in the man's home; he had no place confronting Geranium in person. But Grift was a friendly face, or a devious one, something like that. He didn't bother knocking, though.]
Glory, glory hallelujah. Where'd you find that, Grift?