Slingin' from the hip, never the heart. | Open Post

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Raylan's job took him everywhere, from Harlan to Los Angeles to Paris. The Marshals service was demanding but Raylan leaned into the work, traveling as needed to get to get his man.

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She laughed around the towel with the ice she was holding to her lip, before setting the towel on the bar top to take another drink from her beer. " In direct approach to calling it like it is." she said.

Her shoulder lifted and fell " Haven't decided if it's going to stick or if I'll move along sooner or later. I was born in a little Irish town called Kinsale." she said setting the bottle on the bar top and waving for another. " Ah, what's on the plate for your work?" she asked shifting her eyes to look to him her tongue poking out to poke at the damage to her lip as if trying to minds eye how bad it was.

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"When we feel the need ta," he drawls with an easy smirk, teeth peeking through his lips for it.

"Irish, huh?" Add that onto the list of things that Kentucky just didn't see much.. Nevermind that some of the lowlands were settled by Irish folk in the early, early 1900's. 'McCreedy' didn't come from nowhere. "Hang around long enough and I can guess what the answer will be."

Run, run for any hills that weren't here.

"My work? Eh, you know. Chasin' down fugitives; stoppin' shitkicker on shitkicker crime when it tends towards blowin' up meth labs in the woods. That kinda stuff."

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" Guilty as charged." she said putting her hands up. " My mom couldn't stay there after my dad took off. I never even met em. ut she landed us in Texas."

she nodded " so, you're DEA huh?" she took a guess but didn't seem bothered by his job at all.

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"Not a bad landin' pad, Texas. Even if they are annoyin' as hell with that 'Everythin's bigger there' bullshit. It's not, by the by. Pretty country though."

He'd grant Texas that and not much else. Sorry Texas.

'DEA' made him chuckle and shake his head. "No. Deputy US Marshal Service. We don't care about the meth so much as the bombin' that took place with it. DEA doesn't much like us steppin' on their toes and drug infractions are a State level thing, not Federal." He hoped his badge wasn't going to scare her off. A lot of people shut down when they hear that he's a Federal Agent.

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There was a chuckle from her, " Well, 32oz is still 32oz, but.." she said bringing a finger up " There is something to be said about those steers and cows down there." she said.

" Oh, impressive." she said before looking at him. " I heard DEA has a bunch of sticks right up their asses anyway, and you..." she leaned over very blatantly looking at his ass. " Clearly have an ass, a right nice one if I might say. By the jeans you got on I can't see any sticks either."

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"Even if we're only talkin' about steak," he laughs.

The laugh was conducive to leaving a smile on his face, one that stretched a little further under a lift of his eyebrows as she looks him over. His ass wasn't something he got a lot of looks over - he worried he didn't have one enough for anyone to bother noticing. Quite flattering to have a woman like Maggie doing it.

"Nah, sticks tend to get in the way of drawin' my gun.. and havin' a good time when I can afford the hours for it. You gotten much chance to see what Lexington got to offer or you more focused on..." He lifts his chin a little. "What do you do for work?"

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A small smile still played over her lips as she straightened up on the bar stool. " Seen a few gas stations and motels, that's about it." she paused looking to him again " Also you." she said tapping her empty bottle on the bar top and holding it up to signal for another.

" Tattoos." she said answering his question about work. " Dabble in a little art for decorations murals things like that but inking up skin is where the cash flow is best."