It probably wasn't long before Raylan pulled up, but drunk minutes were not like regular minutes, and he wasn't particularly paying attention to the time. A few songs played inside before the town car showed, so he could make a guess. Long enough that the man whose shirt he won found him and started chatting him up.

Eyes were on the town car when it parked, and then on its stupidly attractive driver. Tim realized, maybe a moment too late, that Raylan Givens looked like bait here.

Whoops.

Tim fixed Raylan with a scathing look in response to his statement. No, he wasn't going to puke, because yes, he could handle his liquor. Being a functioning alcoholic was a well-practiced lifestyle. It wasn't until they were both in the car with the doors shut that Tim decided to inform Raylan of why he was this drunk.

"Won a contest." He paused. "A little more marginally than I intended."