"The lounge was already fully staffed," Tim remarked in an off-handed manner as he looked up from where he was reading through his device. "And the 'Iraq Most Wanted' deck turned me off card games." Which was why he avoided the casino.
Closing his device, the younger marshal got up from behind his desk and slung his rifle over his shoulders with unconscious ease.
"With you and I on board, I'm sure we'll expand the need enough to provide enough jobs for the two of us," he replied with a grin. "And you're just scared I'll clean you out at poker."
If you didn't know any better, you wouldn't think there was disaster and dead kids upstairs. Raylan was trying violently hard to focus on one thing at a time. Right now? It was making sure his partner had what he needed.
At the question, he shrugged off the pack over his shoulder and held it out. "You're free to try and blow the cotton but I don't think it'd get you much. Couldn't get into your room to steal your pillow and you'll have to fight me for mine, but I got you some thick sweaters to bundle up under your head instead." Once the pack was taken, he'd hold out the care package.
"Some fruit, a couple bottles of water, a block of bread and some cheese. Not the stringy kind but.." Snacks.
Tim really did have a snacking problem. Oh he stuck to good snacks, fruit and cheese but he was still forever snacking. Someday he might try to figure out why, but given all the shit he needed to sort out, his snacking habit was low priority.
"Yeah, remind me to make sure you have access to my cabin," Tim said in a matter of fact manner. It absolutely was not the same as giving someone the key to your apartment back home. It was a practical measure in case Tim was ever incapacitated and Raylan needed to get to his gun or ammo.
Or pillows.
"Where you headed next?" Just making conversation, absolutely not keeping track of what areas of the ship Raylan is in, in case more shit goes south.
It was the cheapest habit that Tim could get himself, and one of the healthier ones too. Tim got Raylan whiskey, Raylan got Tim snacks. It was the start of a beautiful pattern.
Grunting behind a nod, Raylan peered at the cell doors and the general state of Zero. "I'll set you up to get into mine too, just in case."
Dark hazels fell back onto Tim. "The deck. Gonna survey the damage, see if there's anything I can help with, even if that's sweeping up glass. Hellva way to start a new year, isn't it. Things quiet down here?"
Tim gave Raylan a slight side-eye, because they both knew that New Year celebrations in Harlan County were never quiet. But he didn't press the issue and instead focused on the question.
"Yeah," he said simply. "Seed is finding religion, I think, and the little one is working the I'm silent and scarey angle. Kinda how Loretta gets pouty when she wants us to stop lecturing her about becoming the queen of weed."
They weren't but Raylan didn't do New Years in Harlan and chose to not think about the New Years of his youth, when he didn't have a choice. Nothing like staying up to make sure one of the good ol' boys doesn't get drunk enough to start firing something or another at the houses or dogs.
"Not that our lecturing did any real good," he huffed fondly. "But she's also not slittin' throats. Makes somethin' of a difference." He glanced at the cells again. "I'm hoping that since y'all are closer to the engines, you'll be less likely to be effected by whatever the hell is happening, but deals the same. Call me."
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Closing his device, the younger marshal got up from behind his desk and slung his rifle over his shoulders with unconscious ease.
"Don't suppose you found an air mattress?"
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If you didn't know any better, you wouldn't think there was disaster and dead kids upstairs. Raylan was trying violently hard to focus on one thing at a time. Right now? It was making sure his partner had what he needed.
At the question, he shrugged off the pack over his shoulder and held it out. "You're free to try and blow the cotton but I don't think it'd get you much. Couldn't get into your room to steal your pillow and you'll have to fight me for mine, but I got you some thick sweaters to bundle up under your head instead." Once the pack was taken, he'd hold out the care package.
"Some fruit, a couple bottles of water, a block of bread and some cheese. Not the stringy kind but.." Snacks.
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Tim really did have a snacking problem. Oh he stuck to good snacks, fruit and cheese but he was still forever snacking. Someday he might try to figure out why, but given all the shit he needed to sort out, his snacking habit was low priority.
"Yeah, remind me to make sure you have access to my cabin," Tim said in a matter of fact manner. It absolutely was not the same as giving someone the key to your apartment back home. It was a practical measure in case Tim was ever incapacitated and Raylan needed to get to his gun or ammo.
Or pillows.
"Where you headed next?" Just making conversation, absolutely not keeping track of what areas of the ship Raylan is in, in case more shit goes south.
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Grunting behind a nod, Raylan peered at the cell doors and the general state of Zero. "I'll set you up to get into mine too, just in case."
Dark hazels fell back onto Tim. "The deck. Gonna survey the damage, see if there's anything I can help with, even if that's sweeping up glass. Hellva way to start a new year, isn't it. Things quiet down here?"
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"Yeah," he said simply. "Seed is finding religion, I think, and the little one is working the I'm silent and scarey angle. Kinda how Loretta gets pouty when she wants us to stop lecturing her about becoming the queen of weed."
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"Not that our lecturing did any real good," he huffed fondly. "But she's also not slittin' throats. Makes somethin' of a difference." He glanced at the cells again. "I'm hoping that since y'all are closer to the engines, you'll be less likely to be effected by whatever the hell is happening, but deals the same. Call me."
He'd be on running on his way down anyway.
"Any idea how long they're slotted?"