@fathersmistress wants to be saved.
Annville is a quiet place-not much going on in the way of shady dealings really. There’s a whorehouse he knows of on the outskirts of town, a few gambling rings scattered here and there, and a few businessmen that fancy themselves the next butch-cassidy or some other western outlaw. The sheriff’s bought off, but that’s got nothing to do with anything illegal or much. All in all, Jesse couldn’t have picked a better hometown to return to-considering the majority of the place end up in his pews on Sunday, looking for salvation.
It’s around 10 in the evening or so when he stumbles out of the bar for his first smoke. He’s been having a good old time with Cassidy in there, and so far he’s not gotten himself into any kind of trouble. Not hard to do when you’re starting to become the whispers of the town and no one wants to come near ya. Word of God or some other miracle shit like that, they’ve been saying about him. Jesse hardly hears, he’s too busy trying to keep himself together to listen to anyone else.
Which is why he’s surprised to see her, or what he thinks is her, sitting on the hood of his truck. He’s told her off more than a few time now, and though he doesn’t mean any harm by it, this last time he’s thinking she may have really gotten rattled. He’d lost his temper and not in a good way, not in the way she wanted.
“Tulip, I’m sorry for yellin’ at ya like that,” he calls out to the form, “I ain’t mean nothing by it.”
“TULIP ?? Well that’s a nice name, wish I’d’ve thought of that.”
Her Brooklyn accent is always out of place here, she feels. Some days it makes her feel uncomfortable, and other days she’s maybe a little too proud of coming from the north. It’s what happens when you run from home only to get stuck in some little town down in Texas.
It all worked itself out, however. Toadvine was a few minutes away and she made decent money. The actual leaving part, however, was a little easier said than done.
“It’s just little ole me, Sara Lipton from Toadvine...”
Being in Annville a while she’s come to find out that people think they know a lot about their precious preacher. She’s not judging. Hell, she has no room to judge at all, she just likes secrets.
“You enjoyin’ yourself tonight, preacher ??”
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