His eyebrows raise slightly as he flips the case file closed - favors weren't ever easily asked for, and it was usually Raylan asking for one from Tim instead of the other way around. So he figures Tim is owed a few. The muffled sounds of a honkytonk bar in the background behind the simple statement told Raylan all he needed to know, even before Tim admits to being grounded by the bartender.
Those were sounds Raylan had been listening to his whole life and at this time of night, it almost always meant the bartender had done the less fun aspect of their job. It wouldn't be the first time Raylan helped someone home and it wouldn't be the last, but he knew Tim's habits. Knew the man drank just as much as he did. Could guess at the whys as well, though he wouldn't out of respect. That was Tim's business and Tim's choice to share his whys if he wanted to.
"And you forgot your flying broom at home, huh. Where are you at?" Raylan was already out the door and sliding into the driver seat of his well abused town car that seemed to have a permanent haze of Harlan dust imbedded into it. He knew Lexington as well as he knew Harlan; he'd find whatever watering hole Tim had chosen.
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Those were sounds Raylan had been listening to his whole life and at this time of night, it almost always meant the bartender had done the less fun aspect of their job. It wouldn't be the first time Raylan helped someone home and it wouldn't be the last, but he knew Tim's habits. Knew the man drank just as much as he did. Could guess at the whys as well, though he wouldn't out of respect. That was Tim's business and Tim's choice to share his whys if he wanted to.
"And you forgot your flying broom at home, huh. Where are you at?" Raylan was already out the door and sliding into the driver seat of his well abused town car that seemed to have a permanent haze of Harlan dust imbedded into it. He knew Lexington as well as he knew Harlan; he'd find whatever watering hole Tim had chosen.
"Not 50 miles outside'a city limits, I hope."