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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[tinstar]

Raylan bobbed his head, begrudgingly. It was more than odd to be the most 'every day' of the bunch of them, part of why he'd gravitated so easily to Doc's like type habits and mannerisms. There was a comfort there, in their large group of two. It wasn't as though Raylan really forgot but it was easy to let slip from the forefront of his mind that Doc was coming on a hundred and seventy.

Pouring out, the bottle was set back down so he could get back around his own cup. He wouldn't find any argument to the idea that it was too early or too much - they had nowhere to go. Nothing to do.

"Even if you could, we shouldn't want to. Not everything. Shit shapes a person. Either way, we could never think of all the things that might happen." One day at a time kept the plate that was already heavy enough, a little lighter. He didn't understand Doc's distancing but.. he doesn't have to. Understanding wasn't going to give him any secrets or gifts that would change Doc's mind. Man had a right to make it up the way he wanted to.

Raylan huffed a chuckle. "If we can survive this, we'll survive anything. Pretty sure we're workin' on being test subjects for how to liquidate our livers. They might need a doc for us, we keep goin' at this pace for weeks more. Somehow," he mused with a look into his cup with a pull of his lips before he spoke into it as he lifted it up for a drink, "I doubt we're going to stop."

[thering]

"Oh you and I have stomached worse things, I'm sure." There has been no reason to stop, so far. Doc doesn't think he would find any reason to in the coming days. He is in a better mood when he's had a glass, aboe to think more clearly than when he is cranky and grumpy, and other people who have had a glass themselves would find him more tolerable too. It's a win-win situation, as far as he's concerned.

"Suppose we are turning in after this bottle. That's about as responsible as I am willing to be." Gives them a little bit more time to finish up, but not too much that they might risk filling in the silences that fall between them with questions or suggestions that might go too far.

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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?]

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[thering]

"My soul is unwilling but my toes might agree with you," Doc jokes. He doesn't think he has much of a soul left anymore, but that's another topic of misery for another miserable day.

Standing mostly upright out of sheer stubbornness, he reaches over to get the door, holding it open long enough for Raylan to get inside. A heavy hand claps against his back on his way in and Doc follows soon after, letting the porch door swing closed behind them. Thought of conquering the stairs is a little daunting right now but with a few laughs and clumsy bruises on their way to the promise of a dreamless sleep in a soft, warm bed, they can probably manage the feat between the two of them coordinating their efforts leaning against each other on their way up.

But first. They have a drink to finish in the dark.