Jesse Custer
Mar 9th, 2003, 03:39:52 AM
Nice place. I feel out of touch with the locals though. Me bein' a preacher an' all. The white around my neck shows that much clearly.
"I'll take some whiskey."
He goes about it.
"You're preacher ain't ya?" He asks. Bound to come up.
"Mm-Hmm."
I take my glass from him.
"You 'sposed to be drinkin'?"
I smile.
"Hell, maybe not. You mind?"
He shakes his head, scrunchin' his chin up to indicate he truely doesn't.
"Then neither do I," I say, winkin' at him to end it.
I take half of the whiskey down. Need to savor this stuff. Don't have enough for three shots.
He laughs as he walks off, throwing his hand towel over his shoulder.
I exchange my glass for a cigarette and my lighter. After firin' up, I grab my glass back from the counter, lettin' it sit in my hand for company.
"I'll take some whiskey."
He goes about it.
"You're preacher ain't ya?" He asks. Bound to come up.
"Mm-Hmm."
I take my glass from him.
"You 'sposed to be drinkin'?"
I smile.
"Hell, maybe not. You mind?"
He shakes his head, scrunchin' his chin up to indicate he truely doesn't.
"Then neither do I," I say, winkin' at him to end it.
I take half of the whiskey down. Need to savor this stuff. Don't have enough for three shots.
He laughs as he walks off, throwing his hand towel over his shoulder.
I exchange my glass for a cigarette and my lighter. After firin' up, I grab my glass back from the counter, lettin' it sit in my hand for company.