Herbs? For purification? And they could be smoked? Well, he supposed anything could happen. Hell, Azrael just told him spirits were in the bar. As weird as that sounded, it also made sense. The bar did have a strange vibe to it. It seemed otherworldly, but peaceful as well. And Azrael certainly explained why though.
Tequila wasn't expecting the next question though. He didn't think anything of it. He just shrugged. "Well, why not? Life sucks enough without others being dicks. I'd rather help out an' brighten' someone's day than jus' be an assholes. 'Sides, the Statesman motto is 'Manners Maketh Man' an' I try ta abide by that as much as I can."
Did that really explain anything though? The least Tequila could do was try. "Okay, so growin' up sucked. An' I was a lil' asshole as a teen. So when Champ got me out of tha rodeo, I thought he was tha coolest. He taught me how ta be a gentleman. Still got on my ass too, like I should wear a suit an' tie an' shit. But I wanted ta make a difference an' knowin' I could made me happy. Hey, if it made ya happy, I'm glad."
Grinning, he went to take his shoot. Unfortunately, he missed, but he didn't mind. "Damn, did my luck done run out? Yer turn again!"