Giving Tim a little bit of shit was Raylan's favorite pastime, tempered by the knowledge that the sniper enjoyed giving him shit in return. They had to pass the quiet downtime at work somehow, right? Raylan smirks at Tim's scathing look and lifts his eyebrows a little at the man that Tim was walking away from.

He was fully aware now of what he might have interrupted and while Tim had left the man for Raylan's town car for innocent reasons, he did not hate the implication that his 'hey too bad' expression gave. Let this rando think what he liked, it didn't bother Raylan either way.

"I hope that doesn't mean the other guy is tryin' to handle alcohol poisoning then." Someone should look into helping that person. Someone who wasn't them. The car is started and Raylan pulls them back out onto the road. There was no judgement for Tim's state or what got him into it - Raylan had done similar things over his life so he was in no high and mighty place to talk.

"You get anything for winnin'?"