dcmonbitch:

Oh, the bloke thought he was joking?
O, no, he was dead serious. Maybe 
he had been going about it the wrong
way. 

     “Just interested in what makes such
     an interestin’-seemin’ bloke tic.”

  <sub>Was this guy hitting on him?
   Or was he just batshit insane? 
   Jesse side eyes him after a long
   sip of beer, setting the glass down
   so he had a better look at him.

           “Look, I’m not interested in
                whatever you’re sellin’, if ya
            wanna know more ya should come
            to service on Sunday.”</sub>

dcmonbitch:

The creature’s lip curled with some disgust.
He couldn’t imagine what the bloke’s taste
in alcohol was. Shitty, no doubt.

     “Not for anything in the universe? 
—-O, I’m sorry, and you’re not 
too good  for that swill
you’re drinkin?”

   _{If Jesse had any kind of 
   nerve left, he’d just about
   hit it with this fellow. But 
   lucky for his manscaped accquaintance,
   the reverend just really couldn’t
   give a shit about it.}

        _{“Right-
             what’d ya lookin’ for kid?”}

dcmonbitch:

@prcachcr || from here

O, what he wouldn’t do to obtain this bastard’s soul.

That was absurd, because he was damn sure
no one took that shite seriously anymore.
“Okay. But. Uhm. Think of all the fun ya
couldn’t be havin’ that you’re not.”

<sub>Is the guy for real right about now?
Course he was, his look was just
as dead serious as his eyebrow 
plucking.

       “Been there, done that. It’s not that fun.”</sub>

demonbitch-archived:

“ this is why we can’t have nice things! ”

 _{‘s t a r t  a n  a r g u m e n t’  s t a r t e r s}

_@dcmonbitch

_{Sure kid, he couldn’t have nice things
because he’s not exactly the m o s t
responsible adult on the block. Not
gonna admit that.
      
                 “-took a vow of poverty.”}