This is a Preacher fanfiction. Main character Walter could be a progeny of a someone or someone's in original comic.
Walter watched the guy in front of him.
"You are a.. aren't you." He laughed.
"Recon not." Walter smirked.
"You just don't learn.." He rosed and placed a bill and some coins on wooden worn table.
Walter shighed as he saw him turning his back at him and walking to the windy and rainy night.
Bartender caressed his grey beard. Walter walked to the bartender and ordered a second.
Middle aged female ran to the toilet.
Bartender glanced Walter.
"Legacy is heavy on you." Bartender said.
"I know." Walter replied.
"Take care. I believe you can manage."
Two shadowy figures discussed in corner table.
Walter watched over his shoulder.
"I certainly hope so." Bartender said in a serious tone.
"I know so!" Walter left a single note on bartend.