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[everythinglost]

So, which of us is collecting on that bet?

[tinstar]

[Oh, how telling Raylan's quiet little sigh was when he answered. He knew exactly what Fitz was talking about.]

Fitz. An' here I was hopin' you would have forgotten.

[everythinglost]

You wound me. As if I'd forget any of our conversations.

[tinstar]

Uh-huh. [He scoffs lightly, a hint of a laugh behind the sound.] Because I'm so captivating.

Do you wanna come judge what you've wrought or just a report of my levels of misery in it.

[everythinglost]

What can I say, you have a special place in my heart.

Oh, definitely want to see it.

[tinstar]

Deck 8, Cabin 7. Doors the same and I don't wanna hear any shit about it.

The carpet makes up for any ills.

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The door was unlocked, still the sunbeaten motel door, the echo of a '8' under the shinier '7' that lived there now and when Fitz knocked, if he knocked, he'd get a "C'mon in," in welcome. True to his word, the small 8x8 square of 'wood' that served as the most parley foyer was surrounded by a well piled carpet, housing a living room of sorts - brown leather couch, a TV that wasn't out of the 70's and a brand new door beyond that held the bedroom.

Behind the couch sat the small round dining table and two chairs that came with the motel room, something Raylan had appreciated, since there were scars on it he'd rather like to keep around. The kitchen hadn't much changed, staying the same slightly modern with normal amenities and a kitchen island.

The island is where Fitz would find Raylan, dressed down in his dark blue tshirt, with two glasses set out and filled with a couple of fingers, his currently the only he was refilling as Fitz comes in.

"What'd'ya think?" The wood paneling was gone, replaced with rounded edges in the corners, making it all feel less boxy with it's yellowish cream walls that still held the door side windows that looked out onto a porch he used to know.

[everythinglost]

It doesn't take long to get from Deck 6 to Deck 8. Fitz does knock, though he's trying the door even before he hears Raylan's welcome.

He takes his time looking over the cabin as he strolls over to the kitchen island. It's not what he'd have asked for if he'd gotten dumped in a motel room, but that's a matter of individual taste. Overall, he definitely considers it a great improvement, which he's happy to take in with cheerful smugness.

"Not bad. The carpet definitely gets full marks."

[tinstar]

"I can't say that I hate it. Lack of bloodstains is nice. No more bullet holes in the walls." He shrugged with a look around.

"It's serviceable." It was more than serviceable but just like Raylan didn't aggrandize his motel room, he wasn't going to aggrandize this.

[everythinglost]

Fitz laughs. "So, what you're saying is that I was right."

[tinstar]

"Mm," he hums, face curling. "No. Can't set that precedent." Buuuuuut - "You weren't totally wrong."

[everythinglost]

Fitz points at him. "Oh no. That was the deal. If I lost, I would've owed you one. If you lost, you had to admit I was right."

[tinstar]

"I believe the terms of our agreement only detailed out what would happen if I found my life has been negatively impacted."

Now he was just fucking with him.

[everythinglost]

"Did you get that in righting?"

[tinstar]

"I don't carry pens and I think the only thing we could have written on were the dryer sheets or the lint."

He smirks over his glass edge, head shaking a little.

"Fine. You were right. It's not terrible."

[everythinglost]

"Could've recorded it." He grins again. "Don't worry, I hear that in my head all the time, so you're adding anything that could be a problem. What're you drinking?"

[tinstar]

"That's a whole different deal," he replies, grinning. Nodding at the glass, he continues. "Whiskey. Top shelf and that ones for you. I figure if I'm askin' you to trapse all the way down here to gloat, I might as well give you something to wet your whistle lest you strangle on it."

[everythinglost]

"That's just basic manners. Otherwise you hid the liquor. I'll even pretend that 'top shelf' means something to me, classy bastard that I am." He raises the glass to Raylan. "So, how'd you enjoy port?"

[tinstar]

"I only hide liquor from folks I don't want to feel welcome." Many people would say that he's an asshole but he's a fair one and usually only the people he shot called him unmannered.

He shrugged with his face, a bob of his head, setting the glass down. "Got to rob some poachers, got to kill a dinosaur. Got to ride a dinosaur and stock a private cache of firepower. I heard you went the way of the Dino - Do you remember it at all?"

[everythinglost]

He half-shrugs, taking a sip of the whisky instead of just downing it. "Some parts. More sensation than memories, I suppose. A bit odd, but only around middle of the scale."

[tinstar]

"Flint went the same way. But he doesn't remember a thing." He bobs his head. "Interestin'. I didn't think overboardin' included species changes."

[everythinglost]

Fitz raises an eyebrow. "Don't you remember the last Breach?"

[tinstar]

"Collage? Yeah, sure." Innocent man still didn't get that Bargefolk were turned Fae - he'd only met humans as far as he knew and what he didn't know was Sweeney.

[everythinglost]

"Not everyone 'round here is human, are they. So that was a species change right off."

[tinstar]

"I-" Raylan's open mouth closed with a 'hm'. His head bobbed again.

"Okay. That's just as valid an argument as not. And I suppose rememberin' or not probably has somethin' to do with brains."

[everythinglost]

"Hell, after everything, I'm not sure I'm 100% human. Which might also play a part in remembering. Better than wandering through the jungle as a human."