Wow, rude. Jesse looks vaguely offended by this fact for whatever reason, as if ghosts are going to start pouring into town tomorrow and he's going to be completely useless against them. "Yo, but I could learn," he shoots back, a hand in the air.
He knows pretty well about that, how small this town is. It's kind of restricting, incredibly suffocating, but there's really not much they can do about it. No space for freedom, just the illusion of it. Can't even head out to a strip club whenever he feels like it (not like he's felt like it for some time). He nods his head along, setting down the six pack on the ground and gesturing around the room with the bottle as if it's something extravagant.
"Ya got a real good setup here," he comments, scratching idly at one of his eyebrows - he wants to ask and doesn't at once, like he's not gonna like the answer. "What's, uh. What's this all about anyway? Partytown for just the two'a us?"
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He knows pretty well about that, how small this town is. It's kind of restricting, incredibly suffocating, but there's really not much they can do about it. No space for freedom, just the illusion of it. Can't even head out to a strip club whenever he feels like it (not like he's felt like it for some time). He nods his head along, setting down the six pack on the ground and gesturing around the room with the bottle as if it's something extravagant.
"Ya got a real good setup here," he comments, scratching idly at one of his eyebrows - he wants to ask and doesn't at once, like he's not gonna like the answer. "What's, uh. What's this all about anyway? Partytown for just the two'a us?"