canon is preacher.

[bollicksed]

So's this preacher, see, he gets up in front of his whole — congregation, like. Standin' behind his pulpit, lookin' a right handsome devil, collar 'n that, and he says to 'em — he says: "Now, I've good news and bad". The people, they're listenin', o'course. Hangin' on the bastard's every word. "The good news", preacher says, "is we've enough money for our new buildin' program." They cheer, righ'? Oh, yeah, man. They're lovin' it. [ he cups a hand at the side his mouth, sound at the back of his throat imitating a roaring crowd. in a stage whisper, he follows up with a get off, reverend, yeh beautiful eejit! ]

[ he outstretches his fingers, waving, then, relaxing the imaginary group. ] He's got his hands out, he's calmin' those charmin' sods down. "Bad news," he tells 'em, "is it's still out there in yer pockets."

[ there's a moment of silence, his expression blank. it contorts, then, and chuckles himself stupid into a bottle of whiskey. ]

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lanky good-for-nothings, the movie.

[feats]

Oughta try takin' that act on the road, friend. You'd bring down the steeple.

this is the kind of quality content i'm here for.

[bollicksed]

Would yeh lookit tha', a reverend without The Word shoved straight up his arse.

[ it's enough to have him tip the bottle in billy's direction, then partake in another mouthful of the stuff. ]

Cheers, mate.

[feats]

Can't tar us all with the same brush — though that ain't to say I'd blame you if you did.

[bollicksed]

's not meant to offend ye, padre. Honest to Jaysis it ain't. [ one hand on his heart, the other still clutching the bottle. ( like some twisted metaphor, probably. ) ]

Y'see, it's been my experience, that most of ye are, if 'm bein' at all honest with meself, well. [ the free hand then clasps to billy's shoulder. his expression is an exaggeration of earnest. ] Wankers.

[feats]

Just as true of people who ain't of the faith, don't you think? Just as many shitheads outside'a the church as in it.

[ Billy raises a hand to Cassidy's shoulder, arm parallel to arm for a moment before his hand drops back to his side. ]

Anyway, no offense taken. Can't say I've always believed in the good word, m'self.

[bollicksed]

[ this earns two glasses. there's a brief moment in which cassidy reaches over the bar to pluck them for himself and his new preacher friend. he makes a bit of a deal wiping the mouth of the bottle on a corner of his vest, then pours them both a shot.

after a moment, he slides billy his drink and tips his chin. ]

Go on, then. Tell oul' Cass all about it.

[feats]

[ Billy takes the proffered shot with a grin and a nod — bright and sharp and too knowing for what he purports himself to be. ]

Oh, there ain't nothin' in my story worth tellin', brother. Only so many times you can tell a sinner's tale 'fore it starts to get old.

[bollicksed]

Wha', tha's it?

[ his smile is wide and pointed, hungry for whatever secrets the holy man has to offer. he squints an eye, scrutinizing the man playfully. ]

Ye gotta give me more'n that, man.