The Annoying Brother.

He sat...
...and watched.

Hearing bits of the sermon without really intending to. They were told to stand and sing...what hymn was it again?
He was so tired. He yawned, barely catching the words asking them to sit a lifetime later. He just copied what the brethren around him did.

He was restless...shifting his weight at intermittent intervals.

Yesterday was clearly not a good idea. Sleeping late after drinking and dancing his night away. He was too old for this and partying had never really been his forte, he thought smirking.

Subconsciously, he reached for his crotch and scratched, hardly registering the gasps his neighbours elicited.
He yawned; baring his teeth whilst stretching his long arms outwards and in the process nudged the man on his right...he didn't apologize.

What was it that the preacher was saying? Was that guy even quoting the Bible?

He was really famished...taking that opportune moment to caress his bulging belly. A young girl seated a few rows away away couldn't contain her curiosity and stared at this inglorious display. He glared back scaring the poor child further.

He leaned back scratching his stubble. Thinking how the benches were uncomfortable, he lifted and rested his arms on the headrest.
Those on either side of him cringed as he harshly bumped into their shoulders, one even daring to give him a dirty look which he ignored. They could move if they wanted to.

A few minutes later he dozed off and started to snore, distracting the congregation around him.
He was a sorry sight.
At least the poor sod didn't fart out loud, I thought hoping I hadn't spoken too soon.