[ Jesse just shrugs it off, partly because he doesn't really know what Lalo's referencing and partly because he's lying about his name, so he doesn't want to harp on it too much. He notes that Lalo's grip is firm, too, as he suspected it would be. The guy seems like the 'take charge' type, and also someone to be a little bit wary of, or at least keep an eye on. Jesse might not be totally keyed in to World Events or whatever, but he's an observant little shit, and from what he can tell so far, street smarts seem to come in handy more often around here than formal education.
Jesse sits down when Lalo gestures, raising a brow slightly as the other speaks. ]
Yeah. I meant tonight. Not, like, what you always order or whatever. It depends for me, too. Same for everyone, I guess.
[ But then Lalo goes off asking for more personal information and for a moment, Jesse's a little taken aback. Favorite color? What is this, kindergarten? Get To Know Your Classmates on the first day type shit? He keeps that thought to himself, though, knowing better than to mouth off to an (almost) stranger. Not that he'd be afraid to, necessarily, but Lalo isn't exactly easy to read and there's no reason he can think of to make any enemies around here. Being in Hell and dealing with everything that's thrown at the sinners on a regular basis is more than enough. ]
Uh, Jesse's fine. Mr. Jackson's like...my dad.
[ It's not, really, but it does feel a little formal for the occasion. Or any occasion. He's still young; in his mid-twenties, and being called 'Mr.' Anything feels weird. ]
I'm from New Mexico so, uh, naturally red and green chili is bomb. Tacos, pizza...Funyuns are a staple. Those knock-off Pop-Tarts from, like, Canada or whatever? So good. Huevos Rancheros. To be honest, though, I was busy a lot so, like, frozen stuff I could heat up, sandwiches, and, like, junk food were mostly what I ate.
[ Jesse rambles for a little and then tries not to tense up visibly when he's asked what he did for a living. ]
I was in sales. [ He notably moves on quickly from that fact. ] Used to draw a lot but kinda fell out of that. But, like, that's what I woulda liked to do for a living. Somethin' with art, y'know? Maybe, like, a Comic Book Artist. I don't really have a favorite color. Maybe red or yellow? I dunno. Somethin' bright. What about you? What'd you do before...this?
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Jesse sits down when Lalo gestures, raising a brow slightly as the other speaks. ]
Yeah. I meant tonight. Not, like, what you always order or whatever. It depends for me, too. Same for everyone, I guess.
[ But then Lalo goes off asking for more personal information and for a moment, Jesse's a little taken aback. Favorite color? What is this, kindergarten? Get To Know Your Classmates on the first day type shit? He keeps that thought to himself, though, knowing better than to mouth off to an (almost) stranger. Not that he'd be afraid to, necessarily, but Lalo isn't exactly easy to read and there's no reason he can think of to make any enemies around here. Being in Hell and dealing with everything that's thrown at the sinners on a regular basis is more than enough. ]
Uh, Jesse's fine. Mr. Jackson's like...my dad.
[ It's not, really, but it does feel a little formal for the occasion. Or any occasion. He's still young; in his mid-twenties, and being called 'Mr.' Anything feels weird. ]
I'm from New Mexico so, uh, naturally red and green chili is bomb. Tacos, pizza...Funyuns are a staple. Those knock-off Pop-Tarts from, like, Canada or whatever? So good. Huevos Rancheros. To be honest, though, I was busy a lot so, like, frozen stuff I could heat up, sandwiches, and, like, junk food were mostly what I ate.
[ Jesse rambles for a little and then tries not to tense up visibly when he's asked what he did for a living. ]
I was in sales. [ He notably moves on quickly from that fact. ] Used to draw a lot but kinda fell out of that. But, like, that's what I woulda liked to do for a living. Somethin' with art, y'know? Maybe, like, a Comic Book Artist. I don't really have a favorite color. Maybe red or yellow? I dunno. Somethin' bright. What about you? What'd you do before...this?
[ A beat. ]
Can you really make a drink just from all that?