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

[tinstar]

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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[liveforthemoment]

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."

[tinstar]

"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?"

[liveforthemoment]

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."