"Just make sure all your porno is tucked away in your closet or something and then it'd be fine," he teases as he walks in and glances around. Tim's apartment had more room than Raylan's motel room, but this was the first time Raylan was seeing it.
"And if I'd said Avon calling instead, you might not have opened the door at all." He lifts his bottle.
"Brought somethin' that won't be bothered by how much we end up drinkin'. Point me towards your glasses and I'll pour out."
"Oh it ain't my sensibilities that I'm worried about." He didn't know how Tim felt about Tim's porn being seen by other people, but the assumption was not great, considering Tim's 50 mile drive outside of Lexington to get a beer.
He ambles towards the glasses with an amused smirk and opens the bottle with the distinctively fun 'pop'. "Would I insult either of our pallets like that?"
Pouring them out each a few fingers before setting it aside, he walks them over and holds one out. "Meet a lotta new faces, Rescue Marshal?"
"My social quota for the next decade's been filled thanks to the last few months here."
But it's hard to be a private person when you're stuck in what's essentially an apartment complex and you can't go anywhere. Staying inside his cabin and avoiding people would turn out bad in one way or another.
"People seem to like me and I can't quite figure out how to change that."
He gives the glass a vague sniff, just in case Raylan's pulling some prank, then gives a toast before having a drink.
"Wounded you don't trust me." It's said with a smile at Tim's sniffing as he takes to his own seat and leans back, one leg propping out a bit.
"Looks like you came out in one piece. Wild ride, ain't it." He wasn't asking anything directly because he knew how things would go, but that didn't mean he couldn't leave a few doors open. "Who'd ya save?"
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"All due respect, Raylan, I'd never trust you to clean my place."
He says it amicably as he steps aside to let Raylan inside. Tim's cabin isn't much to look at, just an average one-bedroom apartment.
"Make yourself at home."
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"And if I'd said Avon calling instead, you might not have opened the door at all." He lifts his bottle.
"Brought somethin' that won't be bothered by how much we end up drinkin'. Point me towards your glasses and I'll pour out."
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He grabs them down some glasses then takes a seat on a chair, leaning back into it as he watches.
"It's not water or somethin' in there, is it?"
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He ambles towards the glasses with an amused smirk and opens the bottle with the distinctively fun 'pop'. "Would I insult either of our pallets like that?"
Pouring them out each a few fingers before setting it aside, he walks them over and holds one out. "Meet a lotta new faces, Rescue Marshal?"
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But it's hard to be a private person when you're stuck in what's essentially an apartment complex and you can't go anywhere. Staying inside his cabin and avoiding people would turn out bad in one way or another.
"People seem to like me and I can't quite figure out how to change that."
He gives the glass a vague sniff, just in case Raylan's pulling some prank, then gives a toast before having a drink.
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"Looks like you came out in one piece. Wild ride, ain't it." He wasn't asking anything directly because he knew how things would go, but that didn't mean he couldn't leave a few doors open. "Who'd ya save?"