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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[articulatings]

"Your daddy ain't here," Boyd says simply, cheshire grin full and wide as he crosses his arms. It's defensive, but made to look far more languid than he has any right to be, nonchalant. Boyd is correct, though his truth is only partial--he'd sent Devil to hide him for a while, purposefully leaving him ignorant to his exact whereabouts.

"May I be so bold to ask what he's gotten himself into this time? Last I checked, you weren't exactly jumping at the chance to have a meaningful fatherly reunion."

[tinstar]

Of course he wasn't here. Goddamnit. The tense in Raylan's jaw turned to 11 as he stared Boyd down, debating the ask and knowing that answering would only send Boyd scurrying off into the brush to warn Arlo. Shit, maybe Boyd would be stupid enough to do just that and Raylan would get lucky.

"I wanna take him out for roller skating and ice cream, Boyd," he started sarcastically and afterwards, I figure we can take a stroll down to the office, have a nice long talk about what's been goin' on in this back room to start with," he said, finger jabbing towards the smaller man before he stormed back out towards the bar area to stop in front of the jukebox, hands on his hips and tounging his lip as he debated back and forth with himself.

Finally, he turned around. "What are you doin' with him, day in and day out anyway? What can't you find some other backasswards dumbass to do for you?"

[articulatings]

That's a layered question. Complicated in the way only they can be--Boyd answers, having followed Raylan to the jukebox, with a slight flourish of his hands. It's quick, long fingers outstretched, midway to raising them like a man of god. Far more casual, though the smile is gone.

"Harlan's a small town," he reasons. There's more to it, there's always more--Arlo is skilled, if old, and his expertise and connections are things Boyd finds useful. There's another part, subconscious at best: Raylan. They'll always orbit each other, even if they're both playing with fire. He does, however, give as much of a straight answer as he can.

"Last I heard, he's recently enjoyed the fine dining that Diggers has to provide, most notably during happy hour." Boyd's going to be making one hell of a quick phone call after Raylan leaves--just in case Devil brought him there. But it's information and the type of information that Boyd doesn't give lightly. A gesture, of some sort. Or a ploy. "If you see him there, I do hope you'll be kind enough to remind him that our specials are infinitely better."