_{@yourxjustxxlikexxme wants to be saved.}

_{Hell fucking no.}

_{The towers of the Hotel stare dauntingly at him from the dark sky, an almost audible creak to the way they swayed in his mind. This ain’t Annville, that’s for sure, and Jesse Custer wasn’t preacher to no two-bit congregation in the morning. No he’d been invited to speak at a fancy city church, far off from his little life in Texas, and it had been Cassidy that had found him “the per’e’t pla’e, mate, jus’ wa’ y’ need!”.} 

_{Whether or not Cassidy what right about it being perfect remained to be seen.}

_{He’d checked in with little trouble-a dufflebag carried his humble belongings, and after setting them in his modest room he’d set out to find the mini bar. Course there ain’t one-or if there was one he couldn’t find it. So off to the bar he’d noticed in the entrance.} 

_{It’s not very crowded, he notes, once making his way back down the stairs and into the granduer of the hotel in full. The receptionist had said he’d been lucky to get a room-something about being a preacher gave him priority, a kind, uneccessary gesture in the least. Still, for a place like this so full, it seemed a rather humble bar and lounge. Jesse checked the time-it was early in the evening, more could come later.}

_{Taking a seat at the bar itself, he orders a bottle of whiskey and slides over the cash it would be to have the whole thing. Cracking it open, the man in black sips one large swig and then nods his thanks, heading off to a corner to drink it alone. It couldn’t have been more than five minutes after sitting down did he notice a figure through the foggy end of the glass whiskey bottle. Setting it down and wiping his beard, the preacher man avoids eye contact.}

_{“Can I help ya?”}

yourxjustxxlikexxme-deactivated:

I haven't role-played with you yet. But from what I've seen your awesome!!!

    _{[Well that is mighty kind of you! lettuce rp ;) ]}