[Wake]

“The church? Right now?” Snidely asks, voice between uninterested and reluctant. He reaches into his pocket and puts a cigarette in his mouth, but doesn’t light it yet, “Sorry sweet cheeks, but I ain’t really the religious type.”

[Jazzy]

“Well, too bad.” Fern smirks, looking back at him. “We’re still going there. It doesn’t matter if you’re religious or not. The Church is like the only place in my neighborhood where they’ll accept you.” Fern looks Snidely up and down. “And please take that out of your beak when we get to the Church.”

[Wake]

Smidely lights his cigarette and indignantly takes a puff, although he was uncertain if it was that or his piercing she was referring to, either way he already decided he wouldn’t comply, “pretty backwards neighborhood you got here then…” He murmurs under his breath.

[Jazzy]

Fern shakes her head. “I mean, it might be backwards to you, but it’s just a normal, regular, everyday neighborhood to me.”

[Wake]

“Whatever…” Snidely mumbles, opening his mouth slightly to let smoke out, “if this is what I gotta do to get away from the cops, I’d rather just get it over with.”

[Jazzy]

Fern looks back at Snidely. “Hey, I think this will be good for you.” Fern stops by the church’s doors. “Are you ready to go in?”

[Wake]

“Yeah, whatever.” Snidely scowled and put his wings in the pockets of his leather jacket.

[Jazzy]

Fern smiles, closing her eyes. She pushes open the chruch’s doors, which lead into a huge church with glass-stained windows and lit candles. Everything was wood, even the floor. There were a few chickens sitting in the benches minding their own buisness.

[Wake]

Snidely took a seat in the furthest back bench of the church, spreading his wings out and stretching his legs with a sigh, “Alright, sweetheart, go do whatever you do here.”

[Jazzy]

Fern chuckles, “A-okay!” she runs to the front of the church and turns, she opens a door and goes inside. Meanwhile where Snidely was sitting, some chickens looked at him and gave him dirty looks.

[Wake]

Snidely returned the chickens glares and threw his cigarette butt on the ground then puts his legs up on the bench in front of him.

[Jazzy]

One of the chickens frown and look at his cigarette butt on the floor. “There’s no smoking in here, sir.”

[Wake]

Snidely leans on one of his wings and gives the other chicken a condescending look, “Well, Im not smoking it anymore am I?”

[Jazzy]

“Well, sir…” the chicken gulps. “You were smoking it, and that was the problem. I just wanted to remind you if you were ever to come back, you see, I’m just trying to help this commuinity, some chickens in here can’t handle the smoke, and may breathe it in and then they will have breathing problems. I’m just trying to help everyone here, sir.”

[Wake]

“Well I’m not smoking it anymore, alright.” Snidely leans back again, “Now could you step back, you’re infringing on my oxygen.”