carmineink:

        ❝ Figured as much. ❞

Even if the other asked, the answer should have been obvious. As disconnected as he was from religion, he thought he knew a few things about it. Or, at least, what the people who practiced it were like. Seeing a preacher in a bar come close to beating another guy senseless was something he never would have expected.

        ❝ Y’ain’t like most preachers I’ve seen or heard of. ❞

_{Mm-simple enough.}

_{It’s not the kind of answer he’s expecting, though to be fair he’s not expecting much in ways of words from a stranger. It’s true, he will be the first to admit, he’s far from the conventional reverend types, and he’s not a kiddy-diddling one either, so he’s not about to make some kind of news. Jesse gives him a shrug and takes another sip from his bottle.}

       _{“No I reckon I’m not. But I ain’t the kind to get myself known.”}

carmineink:

_{The bible was nothing but horseshit to him, a comment he figured would best be left unsaid. Even as a skeptic, he knew when to keep his mouth shut. Unless people were trying to shove their beliefs down his throat, he wouldn’t say anything. He ordered himself a glass of scotch and nodded his head.}

                _{❝ Is it the dialect or how I act? I know I stick out like a sore thumb. ❞}

_{Just as he thought the other stuck out in the bar. Again, another comment he would let die before it passed his lips.}

      _{“Little bit of both-”}

_{That’s the truth, considering the deep drawl that bubbles forth from Jesse’s throat. That and the shirt he wears is too crisp and clean to be from the dust bowl that’s become Annville-rain having passed over the town for a couple of years now. Jesse takes a sip from the bottle, letting the burn drown out before speaking again.}

         _{“I ain’t gonna ask why ya starin.”}

carmineink:

_@prcachcr

    _{it’s not often he is faced with a preacher, or, to be honest, anyone of the cloth. as a skeptic himself, he didn’t care for most religions. with the behavior of some of those practicing as well, he avoids them like the plague. yet it’s not every day that he finds a preacher sitting in a bar and drinking.}

      _{he’s shocked, but his interest is piqued.}

     _{only moreso as the other almost bashes the head of a rowdy patron against the bartop. if that was him, the guy’s nose would have been broken and he would have been thrown out. an example of his lack in self-restraint as he sat down on a stool next to the man.}

             _{❝ didn’t think preachers were allowed to act like that. ❞}

   _{Jesse Custer wasn’t looking for trouble, but it seemed to always find him.
        For the record, however, he had been taking it quite well up to a point.}

_{That point being the fingers in his glass of rye whiskey, something that the reverend took a little too seriously at times. He ignores the dying squeals of a man on the floor and finishes off the drink in front of him.}

             _{“The bible tells us that we are responsible for our steps.
                          But God guides our path.”}

_{Shit excuse for everything that Jesse Custer was, but it was a good enough one to keep him drinking that newly refreshed glass before him.}

                 _{“Y’a ain’t from here.”}