Closed w/ @theangelapollo
Father Thomas enjoyed what little downtime he had, when he got the chance to leave the parish and be a man about town as it were. He was never truly off duty, try as he might, it wasn’t as if he was constantly spreading the word wherever he went, but rather a lot of the times offering up the church as just a safe place to rest or stay for a bit for those who needed shelter for a bit. He had a habit of not talking people directly about his religion or beliefs unless they asked first, finding most of the time trying to convert people was a fruitless effort if beforehand you don’t show the good of the work you do. He’d found himself as he didn’t often, at a bar, he hadn’t been in enough to know if it was a nice bar or not, but the staff so far seemed agreeable and were respectful of his drink of choice, a virgin strawberry daiquiri. He was aware of the fact he looked out of place there, he wasn’t wearing his robes that he wore in the church, but all the same he dawned all black clothes and the Roman collar while drinking his fruity pink drink. He didn’t realize quite how much attention it would draw to him, though, being called Father jokingly by passersby as one stood to offer him their seat at the bar, stating they were leaving soon anyways, smiling softly at the person he sat beside. Wanting to make conversation, he smiled, gesturing to the other’s jewelry, “I like your rings, that gold looks beautiful. You wear them well.”
