Raylan chuckled and sighed, setting his hat a little too far forward on his face as he laid his head back against the chair. "Far too many to tell," he admitted with a heavy hefted breath that sounded fairly satisfited with how they'd spent their evening.

He glanced at the bottle from under the rim of his hat with a nod and settled back down. "Probably a good idea. Else we're gonna pass out out here and I don't know how safe that is. Malcolm would hate to come down at see us lookin' like to CowboyPopcicles out here." He heaved another deep breath.

"Might as well finish inside, let our toes remember what it's like to be warmed by actual heat and not moonshine,mm?" Raylan pushed his hat back and stood up, wobbling a little before getting his feet under him. "Maybe we don't wait for the rest of the bottle," he admitted with a laugh.

[ooc: yeah, I feel the wrap up of this one comin' you wanna cap it off?]