[center] [img]https://image.ibb.co/mkYgGK/Jameson_Portrait.jpg[/img] [h2][color=firebrick]'Father Whiskey'[/color][/h2] [h3]'Starting Location', Priestella[/h3] [hr] [@Letter Bee][@FamishedPants] [/center] Jameson was sure as soon as he took that weird kid's hand, it'd be all over. While he isn't a fan of being under the influence of things like pot, he was sure that God would guide him to the right direction in the end, even when on a bender. He was sure he'd have a night he'd either forget to remember, or remember to forget. Jameson was prepared to go with the flow for the night just so it could be over and he could get back to his quiet life. The quiet, boring life he had submitted himself to... ... Except, it happened way too fast for his liking. As Jameson woke up in the room he was in, he looked around, scratching his head at the strange sights and sounds that filled the new room he was in along with two of its other occupants, looking both confused and a bit concerned. The first thing the priest did when he finally got his bearing was take an opened box of cigarettes out of his shirt pocket. He picked through each individual cigarette, giving each a sniff. When he got to the last, however, he started calming down, taking a moment to self-reflect. [color=firebrick][i]Doesn't smell like pot... and no pounding headache, either. God damn it, what happened last night?[/i][/color] As he slid the box back into his pocket, leaving a cigarette in his mouth, the younger looking boy began to approach him. Before he made it obvious that he was just as lost as them, however, he adjusted himself in order to appear more level-headed. Flame, from Maine. That's who he said he was. And when he mentioned seeing an 'inky blackness,' Jameson couldn't help but chuckle a bit. [color=firebrick]"Father? Heh, you can just call me..."[/color] Jameson started to debate with himself in his head whether his first or last name sounded cooler. The kid's obviously never met him, before, so he had to make a good impression. As both his names began to repeat in his head, it was then and there that the realization hit him. [color=firebrick]"How about you just call me... [i]Whiskey.[/i] The 'Father' is optional."[/color] Grabbing the Zippo lighter from his pocket, he started to light his cigarette, listening as this [i]Flame[/i] kid began to explain his thoughts on where they are. Taking a long draw of smoke, Jameson held back from chuckling as Flame started to rationalize an [i]alternate reality.[/i] [color=firebrick][i]Heh, these kids are smarter than I realized... first they talk about love, and then they're starting to justify that we're in another world. Lord knows what would happen if I had an imagination so vivid.[/i][/color] Exhaling a puff of smoke away from the others, Jameson turned to the 'rich guy', a man who looked old enough to be fresh out of college. He seemed to be in a bad mood as he kicked his chair away, not that Jameson really mind, so long as that violence isn't directed toward any particular person. Like Flame, however, he wished to find out just where the group is. As the man named [i]Alistair[/i] opened the door, Jameson shielded his eyes as the light began to flood the room. [color=firebrick][i]Huh, so it's daytime, already.[/i][/color] [color=firebrick]"You two go on ahead,"[/color] the priest began, as he leaned back on his chair, resting his feet on the table while throwing his shades on, [color=firebrick]"this old man'll probably relax for a bit before he starts heading out. Make sure to close the door on your way out, and God bless you both."[/color] With another puff from his cigarette, Jameson sighed as he began to get into a more relaxed state. Whether the kids are playing a game on him, he's high off his balls, or they actually are in another world is unknown to the man known as Jameson Walker. Either way, he felt it was more important that he got his bearing before his head started spinning...