Jesse poured them out more liquor, determined to finish the bottle one way or another, and looked at the angel as the feathered one tried to figure out his new place in life.
"They are." he agreed. "There's all kinds here to get t'meet and talk to, Cas. People from places you ain't never heard of. The ones who are born here in the City ain't really all right, they ain't... they feel manufactured. Like how you can get a really nice leather jacket in a store, but ya know that everyone on the planet could be wearin the same thing, or you could go to a vintage shop and find one that's singular. We're used to the last, with the people we deal with. The ones born here, they're like the first."
Jesse laughed. "Nah, I don't sling burgers. I used to be a preacher here, guess I still am in some capacity. Mostly I just try to help others where I can. Keep my friends safe. I try not to interfere with most stuff, life has to have a balance, after all. Can't have everything be good all the time. But ya can't have it be bad, neither. So if that balance starts to get out of whack, I'll step in. Usually I wait to be asked though, so I can be sure that people want my help."
He fished his cigarettes out of his pocket, sliding one from the pack. He offered one to the angel as well, with a nudge of his finger to slide the box across the bar. Jesse didn't adhere to the rules of not smoking places.