All sorts of people got into bars - Raylan was used to seeing a wide and varied sort of folk but he was polite enough to mind his own business and the two fingers of whiskey that he had been nursing for 15 minutes after slamming down two to start. He was here for a little peace; okay, fine and some time to think over Winona and her most recent act of fucking insanity. He'd asked her that explicitly, more than once.
The whiskey helped, but it didn't erase the world around him like a porch did. He was still very much aware and present in the moment, even as he drifted into his own thoughts. So the ruckus stirring up a few stools down from him drew his attention, as much as everyone else in the bar.
He hadn't paid attention enough to know what started it all but what mattered was the energy of it. She was upset, had shoved him. He swung. Regardless of if it hits, Raylan is moving before he thinks about it, snatching the man back by his collar and punching him in the face as the man falls. But Raylan's grip doesn't loosen in the fabric and the man rolls to his side, giving up a weak protest, a push of his hands under a flurry of slurred curse words, but Raylan paid him no mind and drags him from the bar with a long stride and enough power to get it done without much practical or effective argument.
Once the guy was out on the sidewalk, Raylan pointed a finger at him. "Come in again, and I'll break your nose."
With that, he turns and walks back into the bar, attention focused on the tattooed redhead.
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The whiskey helped, but it didn't erase the world around him like a porch did. He was still very much aware and present in the moment, even as he drifted into his own thoughts. So the ruckus stirring up a few stools down from him drew his attention, as much as everyone else in the bar.
He hadn't paid attention enough to know what started it all but what mattered was the energy of it. She was upset, had shoved him. He swung. Regardless of if it hits, Raylan is moving before he thinks about it, snatching the man back by his collar and punching him in the face as the man falls. But Raylan's grip doesn't loosen in the fabric and the man rolls to his side, giving up a weak protest, a push of his hands under a flurry of slurred curse words, but Raylan paid him no mind and drags him from the bar with a long stride and enough power to get it done without much practical or effective argument.
Once the guy was out on the sidewalk, Raylan pointed a finger at him. "Come in again, and I'll break your nose."
With that, he turns and walks back into the bar, attention focused on the tattooed redhead.
"You okay?"