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?”}