Why are you giving a shit about what other people think about this when you don't when it's something else? Why care what opinions Billy-Joe-Bob at the shitty dive bar back by your little holler has about you sticking it in someone's ass? If his opinion on your hat is irrelevant, why is his opinion on you sucking dick suddenly important? You're a beast, you're on top of your game, and you're good at what you do. Who gives a shit about Local Priest John-Paul-Joseph or Meth Head number 42 has to say?
[ He hasn't moved the entire time, staring at the ceiling, quite content in laying down on the table. At this point it's a matter of principal. ]
[Raylan stayed silent for a long moment, watching Roman with a hint of a curl to his lips. He was actually proud of the man - Nary a jizz comment and his point was solid.]
'Cause his opinion on my hat isn't likely to end in my gettin' my ass beat or worse out in the parking lot. That's the difference.
People get murdered for where they stick their dick in Kentucky. You might find a few pockets where it's safer, up in Louisville maybe, but everywhere else? [Raylan shook his head.] It's dangerous.
Now I don't think anything like that'll happen here, but.. the instinct to protect, both myself and James.. I can't just set that aside casually.
If I start killin' homophobes and bigots, I'm gonna end up with a larger body count than I've already got and a metric ton of paperwork. Gettin' my ass beat isn't a justifiable reason to shoot someone. Though it is a federal crime to assault a federal officer.
[He couldn't help but smile a little.]
Thank you, Ru Paul.
I think the answer to your question, specifically, is Norton, but I get your point. We're all tryin' new things here, huh?
So try with John. Give him a chance to prove himself trustworthy with the rest of you. Because he ain't the same people you're used to dealin' with at home either, I can guarantee that. I'm not sure anyone on board is.
[ Roman's entire face twists into something that's halfway between a pout and a sneer mixed with a healthy glare. ]
Oh, fuck you, don't use the shit I'm trying to say and turn it against me.
[ And yet here he is, sitting ontop of Raylan's table but carefully slipping off of it with a surprising amount of graceful elegance. Instead of sitting up once his hips are past the table, however, he opts to half melts onto the floor, spring up and spins dramatically to make his way to the door. His knees crack audibly. Roman is unconcerned. ]
Oldest trick in the book, Walker Texas. I see you. And the next time you call me Ru Paul I get a free nard shot.
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Why are you giving a shit about what other people think about this when you don't when it's something else? Why care what opinions Billy-Joe-Bob at the shitty dive bar back by your little holler has about you sticking it in someone's ass? If his opinion on your hat is irrelevant, why is his opinion on you sucking dick suddenly important? You're a beast, you're on top of your game, and you're good at what you do. Who gives a shit about Local Priest John-Paul-Joseph or Meth Head number 42 has to say?
[ He hasn't moved the entire time, staring at the ceiling, quite content in laying down on the table. At this point it's a matter of principal. ]
cw: homophobia
'Cause his opinion on my hat isn't likely to end in my gettin' my ass beat or worse out in the parking lot. That's the difference.
People get murdered for where they stick their dick in Kentucky. You might find a few pockets where it's safer, up in Louisville maybe, but everywhere else? [Raylan shook his head.] It's dangerous.
Now I don't think anything like that'll happen here, but.. the instinct to protect, both myself and James.. I can't just set that aside casually.
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Sure you can't, but aren't you like the fastest draw at the OK corral? You're primed for handling this shit.
[ He's sitting up now at least. ]
If you're not gonna be true to yourself then who the fuck will be?
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[He couldn't help but smile a little.]
Thank you, Ru Paul.
I think the answer to your question, specifically, is Norton, but I get your point. We're all tryin' new things here, huh?
So try with John. Give him a chance to prove himself trustworthy with the rest of you. Because he ain't the same people you're used to dealin' with at home either, I can guarantee that. I'm not sure anyone on board is.
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Oh, fuck you, don't use the shit I'm trying to say and turn it against me.
[ And yet here he is, sitting ontop of Raylan's table but carefully slipping off of it with a surprising amount of graceful elegance. Instead of sitting up once his hips are past the table, however, he opts to half melts onto the floor, spring up and spins dramatically to make his way to the door. His knees crack audibly. Roman is unconcerned. ]
Oldest trick in the book, Walker Texas. I see you. And the next time you call me Ru Paul I get a free nard shot.
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His eyes narrow a little at the snapping but he doesn't say anything for now.]
My nards are off the books, but I'll give you a free shot at my arm next time.
Say hello to John for me! [It's called out almost cheerily as Roman opens the door and heads out.]
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[ He might as well be saying 'see you tomorrow' as he leaves, half waving behind him without looking. ]