Malcolm x Raylan: Cowboy Surprise

[tinstar]

Art was suspicious right off the bat when Raylan took a week off with the express note that his phone would be Out Of Order til the next Monday, but the Chief Marshal wasn't going to look gift horses in the mouth. Not when it suggested he'd have a few days of peace, until Raylan caved to turning his phone back on again. Still, he watched the younger Marshal walk out of the office and promised himself to check into the state of Harlan within 3 days to make sure that the place wasn't on fire. The smoke would reach him before he called, he was sure.

But Art didn't have much to worry about - Raylan had no plans on staying in the state for his vacation, beyond one day spent closing up Arlo's and securing it the best way he could before getting on a plane to New York City. He wanted to surprise Malcolm - it'd been near two months since they'd last seen each other and frankly, Raylan was tired of missing him. They'd called and texted, stayed in a fairly consistent, if odd houred, touch but it wasn't the same.

Once he landed, Raylan rented a car and navigated his way towards Malcolm's apartment, stopping to grab a bouquet of flowers. It was.. Extra, but Raylan didn't want to show up empty handed, just in case. Thirty minutes later, Malcolm's door buzzer was being hit, like Raylan was here to deliver something. Well, he was, but that was half the fun.

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[abrightboy]

"We have to get the kind with cushions," Malcolm said sagely. "Nobody wants any damage to come to the equipment."

He led the way down the stairs as they came to them.

[tinstar]

"My equipment is grateful," he replied, moving down the stairs smoothly. "On the beach, I'll be in shorts, thank you very much. With crabs and sand and god knows what else, equipment protection is important there too. We'll only need a half fence around one area, unless you get a better idea. Or not at all and I have some tan lines. Like a farmers tan, just elsewhere."

[abrightboy]

"Maybe I'll go hunting for these lines," Malcolm said. He stepped up to the machine and bought day passes, then led Raylan through the turnstiles with them, then towards the right platform.

"I don't really tan." His complexion was pale or burned and then pale again. "I'm probably best advised to be out there in no less than shorts and some sort of big hat."

[tinstar]

"Now you're teasin' me," he accused as he stepped up to watch the whole process from purchase to getting through the gates. He was looking forward to the first time that Malcolm took over and roamed up and down his body a little bit, so he was happy to have something to daydream about until then.

"And sunscreen. Even I follow that one. But I'd love to see you in one of those old lady gardening hats that's three and a half feet wide. Or we could get an umbrella for you to sit under. Save your sensitive shoulders."

[abrightboy]

"I don't want you to go back to Kentucky without anything to think about," Malcolm joked. He looked over. "Wow, I don't know. Which one's more manly?" he teased.

[tinstar]

"So kind," he said with a playful look. "Definitely the hat." He grinned with the squint of one eye as the train blew its horn from down the tunnel. "Manly hasn't ever been much my concern, and our builds respectively cover it pretty well."

[abrightboy]

"Yeah?" Malcolm glanced down. "Oh. Good for us."

An abundance of manliness wasn't something Malcolm had ever been accused of or, based on how his hair smelled, concerned about either. But Raylan definitely had an abundance of manliness whether he cultivated it or not, so Malcolm would take that as a compliment quite happily.

The train stopped and they boarded. Standing room only. Malcolm stuck close to Raylan.

"I've never barbequed," he noted. "You'll have to show me how. You can't have a patio without a barbeque, right?"

[tinstar]

Raylan took the chance to slip an arm half around Malcolm as the train started moving, one hand holding them steady on the top rail. It was packed, to his perspective, anyway, what was a loose hand around him going to hurt?

"You've never barbequed?" Raylan scoffed. "Considering all of what you don't normally eat, I shouldn't be surprised. We're gonna have to take care of that as soon as possible. Mine isn't as good as you'll get up in places like Nobles holler but I've always felt mine at the very least stands up to it for a few bites. It's the only way to break in a patio. Might even spring for a smoker, but I'll have to find friends to help eat it...

How do you feel about Poker Nights?"

[abrightboy]

"Well, I've also never had a patio. I'm very excited about all of this," he said, his eyes absolutely alight with it.

And with that hand around him. It was a tiny gesture and it was also everything.

"Poker is a psychological battle of wits more than a card game," Malcolm informed him. In other words, he was intrigued by Poker Night. "Though I've barely played it, I do know the rules and I've played people.... like, a lot."

HES GONNA TURN INTO TIMMY O MAKING DRINKS IN THAT VIDEO

[tinstar]

Raylan chuckled, both pleased and amused at how much enjoyment Malcolm was getting out of this.

"You're going to be my secret weapon once I find people to play with. And until then, we can get a lotta work outta that patio." His cheeks almost hurt from the amount of grinning he was doing, but he loved it. "Put in a small bar, a place to store ice.."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm looked at him as he realized something.

"Oh my god, we're going to have to make friends." A beat. "I'm not usually helpful for that."

He didn't look worried, though. Raylan was very personable.

[tinstar]

"Trick is to start with the neighbours," he supplied with a knowing wink and slow nod. "Over the fence conversation will get us a lot of movement. Just don't be mad at me if I interrupt you to save us from something. If we're gonna be living next to people for the rest of our lives, might not want to irritate them too soon."

They'd be fine.

[abrightboy]

"Maybe I just... won't talk to them until after you talk to them," Malcolm said in all seriousness.

People did find him irritating. Especially at first.

[tinstar]

"You'll be fine once the sun and the sand soaks in," he assured with a brush of his thumb and a sure nod of his head. "We're not gonna be handing out welcome baskets or introducing ourselves to everyone on the block like that. The point of Miami is to take it easy, after all."

[abrightboy]

He laughed.

"I'll be fine? Like. By normal person standards? I'm not sure the sun works like that," he teased, grinning down at the floor.

[tinstar]

"Sure it is," he teased with a little pull of his head, grin broadening. "Maybe not by normal people standards fine but your standard fine. I'm sure there's some study out there about being outside lowering anxiety or something."

[abrightboy]

He looked up suddenly, his smile still broad.

"There actually are a bunch of them," he admitted, pleased that Raylan guessed that so astutely.

His boyfriend was so clever. It sure did make him even hotter.

"Oh, we have to get off at the next stop," he said, glancing around to check where they were. He almost got carried away and forgot to pay attention.

[tinstar]

"Thought I read that somewhere," he said with a smile, pleased at Malcolm's approval of the scant table read lit he'd come across in his life. At the mention they had to get off at the next stop, Raylan actually bothered to mind where they were at on the line.

The train dinged and came to a stop and Raylan filed out behind Malcolm, keeping his hand lightly where it was until he could pull up next to him freely. His stomach rumbled, and he ignored it with only a passing rub over it.

"I hope that all this today means that we get to stay home tomorrow. I could do with a day inside after this. Not to mention however sore we're both gonna be." It was a good statement, he was enjoying himself and was looking forwards to the game later, but a day in would balance it out nicely.

[abrightboy]

"A day in tomorrow will be nice," he agreed. Especially since 'in' meant they didn't have to moderate their behaviour for public eyes.

"The restaurant's just there," he said, gesturing. It was slightly upscale with white linens and real silver. Once they stepped inside, they were led to a table near the windows.

[tinstar]

Following Malcolm in, Raylan couldn't help but feel like he had to slip the hat off as they were led to a table, glancing around before he set it in a spare seat at the table. Once he'd sat down, he ran a hand through his hair as he adjusted his denim jacket, feeling more than out of place.

"Nice place," he said, as though Malcolm didn't know. "Don't suppose they serve fried chicken, do they?" He was teasing now, no way in hell an upscale place like this did something as low rent as fried chicken.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm smiled as he turned his coffee cup over.

"They have... chicken," he said, looking up at Raylan from under his brow. "But I know they have fried chicken at the stadium," he offered. He unwrapped his cutlery and set his napkin across his lap. "I may have googled it."

[tinstar]

Why did that sound like a very alluring dramatic way to say chicken? Raylan grinned as he unrolled the silverware, leaving them upturned on the table where they fell as he draped the napkin over one leg.

"Only thing safe worth eating a stadium is the beer, the hotdogs and it's alway 50/50 on the popcorn. Unless they've got their own stall.. Then I'll consider it." He liked supporting small business.. Mainly because you could better see who you were actually dealing with.

"You googled their food amenities?"

[abrightboy]

He shrugged a shoulder. "Yes." A beat. "In fairness, I googled all their amenities. I think Gil took me there once, but... I don't remember that much about it."

A waiter came and poured water into their glasses and noticed Malcolm's coffee cup turned up as he set menus on the table. He looked at Raylan. "Would sir like coffee as well?"

[tinstar]

"Hm?" Raylan glanced up at the waiter, down at Malcolm, then at Malcolm's cup and his own before glancing at Malcolm and back up to the waiter. "Uh, no, thank you. Iced tea, if you have it."

He waited til the waiter stepped away before looking back down at the table. "Any other silent language things goin' on here that I need to know about?" How many forks did he have?

He'll look at the menu afterwards.

[abrightboy]

"...Silent language things?" Then he realized. "Oh. Oh. No." A beat. "I don't think so."

He also didn't usually drink coffee so late, but he hadn't been sleeping well all week.

"Which stadiums have you been to?" he asked curiously, since he seemed to know what was generally good there.