Drunk cats (IDK man)

As soon as Mr Birling slammed the phone receiver down with an unnecessarily aggressive motion, the low murmur in the room fell into an uneasy silence. Nobody dared to even breathe, lest they face the wrath of the patriarch of the house. It was obvious that Mr Birling was seething, face red as a tomato and expression pinched like someone was holding a pair of unruly, putrid-smelling socks under his awfully large nose. That infirmary phone call directly after an imposter inspector visit really wasn’t doing wonders for the old man’s rage.“Those-… those… those absolute reprobates!” -Or…Set just after the play ends but no plot, short and fluffy.