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?”