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Paul raised an eyebrow at the comment of the younger man being "older" and was about to laugh until he felt something wet touch his nose and he instinctively punched forward. Seeing it not connecting with anything, he grumbled something under his breath and rolled his eyes at the game they seem to be playing.
"Older? I doubt it unless you have a great plastic surgeon since mentality wise you are far behind," he retorted back and looked around. "Want to give me some dry clothes and something to sit on by the way?"
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So life gave you lemons. Dilemma is...make lemonade, pie, or squirt life in the eye? I say do all three if you have enough of them.
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