She finally got a moment to talk to me as I began to prepare the candles on the cake. She glared at me as she struggled to open a bottle of red.
“I don’t want Max and Jean at our next party. He always smells so bad, and she gets so annoyingly drunk… Why on earth do you invite-“
“Max! Jean! Perfect timing! We need some help here, if you’d be so kind!”
Max pulled out his ever present lighter and Jean got out her bottle opener. Afterwards I explained that was why I invited the smoker and the drunk.