Would Tim regret this in the morning? Maybe. But if he was going to regret anything, it was going to be having Raylan pick him up at the not-so-stealthy gay bar instead of a couple of blocks down the road. And since that was already said and done, he didn't have much more to lose.
"Jim Beam and Modelos." Tim handled the stairs easily, only the slightest sway in his step, and the door was unlocked with the practiced ease of someone who'd done it many times before.
The apartment itself was, unsurprisingly, very neat. There was no mess, no clutter, and very little unnecessary décor. There was a bookshelf with a variety of books on it, all some genre of fantasy, and a small stack of Guns&Ammo catalogues on the coffee table. There were no decorations or knick-knacks, and the only true personal item on view was a single framed photo by the couch of Tim in dress blues, standing next to an older blonde woman.
Tim's keys were tipped back into his jacket pocket as he wandered into the kitchen. He flipped on lights as he went, glancing back at Raylan to ask what he preferred without saying anything at all.
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"Jim Beam and Modelos." Tim handled the stairs easily, only the slightest sway in his step, and the door was unlocked with the practiced ease of someone who'd done it many times before.
The apartment itself was, unsurprisingly, very neat. There was no mess, no clutter, and very little unnecessary décor. There was a bookshelf with a variety of books on it, all some genre of fantasy, and a small stack of Guns&Ammo catalogues on the coffee table. There were no decorations or knick-knacks, and the only true personal item on view was a single framed photo by the couch of Tim in dress blues, standing next to an older blonde woman.
Tim's keys were tipped back into his jacket pocket as he wandered into the kitchen. He flipped on lights as he went, glancing back at Raylan to ask what he preferred without saying anything at all.