ACTION - BAR BRAWL. OH NOES. 8|neverleftharlanJune 5 2011, 21:08:48 UTC
[Raylan is, unsurprisingly, drunk. There's only so much a man can take before the bottle looks like a more pleasant alternative than reality, and being discharged from the hospital after a werewolf mauling and sent almost straight away up to New York City to track down a fugitive for trial in Kentucky is, in his opinion, enough to merit a night at the first place with cheap whiskey he can find.
He's still favoring his left arm and shoulder, and he can't help wondering with every twinge of pain how that girl is doing and where she might be now.
He pushes his hat back on his head and signals the bartender.] Another, if you please, and keep 'em coming.
thiiiiiiiiiiiis can only end welllovethissuitJune 5 2011, 21:26:23 UTC
[Peter is still on his first beer, which if you know him, isn't that surprising. What is is that he's in a bar in the first place.
But El's gone out of state for her sister's birthday, Neal's off doing something with Moz and he'd asked Peter not to buddy up on it (and it didn't set off warning bells, so he's actually complied), Diana's off trying to have a romantic evening with Chrissie, Jones is... Wherever he is when he's not at the office. Even Satchmo's not there since El brought him with her. He'd tried to get some more paperwork done, but eventually Hughes had kicked him out - telling him to relax some, for god's sake. So with no one around...
He's at a bar. Alone. With a beer. Trying to pay some kind of attention the hockey game on the television because of course everything else is in the off-season. It's not working so hot, so he'll turn and give an appraising look at the guy sitting a stool down from him.]
You might want to go easy there, friend, less you want someone to go and take you home in a sponge.
[Raylan shifts to give Peter a once-over, looking incredulous. This is the land of taxis. Seriously.] I'd thank you for the concern, if it was justified. But seeing as I've no interest in driving on this godforsaken island, and I've no intention of trying to find my hotel in the dark, I think I'll be able to sort myself out one way or the other.
[He salutes Peter with his glass and downs the shot, clapping the now-empty cup on the bar with a nod to the man behind the counter.] One for the gentleman in the suit, if you please.
Wouldn't be doing my conscience any favors if I didn't make sure.
[He smiles and shrugs because it's true as much as anything. He tries to wave the bartender away from pouring, but it's too late and it's supposed to be a night out so - why not? It's one drink. So he takes the shot and raises it to Raylan with a lopsided grin.]
Nice hat.
[...The sad thing he totally means that. He swigs back the drink and has the decency not to cough outright - his eyes only watering slightly at the unaccustomed burn in his throat.]
[It IS a nice hat, damnit. Raylan knocks back another and leans back on his stool, waving the bartender to refill Peter's glass. He may be a little amused at the suit wheezing. Just a bit.] Strikes me that you're not the type to frequent this sort of place.
[He inspects his glass and wonders if Lia knows the warrant for her arrest got dropped. Turns out that trucker did just misplace his strongbox, what-do-you-know, and Raylan sure as shit had nothing to do with helping him find it.] Get passed over for a promotion? Wife toss you out?
[Peter tries to wave the bartender away from pouring another shot, but too late. The booze is already there... Well. He is supposed to be relaxing and having a good time, right? (A voice in the back of his head says this is the start of one of those 'above the influence' commercials.)]
That obvious, huh?
[The shot gets gulped down, and at least it doesn't burn near as much as the first one. He places the glass down on the bar carefully, and shoots a look out the corner of his eye to the bartender with the tiniest shake of his head. Fun or not, he's good for now - least from how his ears feel like they're getting very red very quickly.]
No, and no. [A quiet chuckle.] She's out of town, and I actually just got kicked out of the office. Boss was getting sick of my face. [He shrugs - what are you gonna do?] How's about you? 'Cause I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say you're not exactly local.
Lexington, Kentucky. [He breaks from the whiskey to order a beer. He slugs a long swallow from the bottle and pauses before he sets it down. The world is starting to do that warm-and-fuzzy teetering between tipsy and truly drunk.] Here for business. What kind of office? Most bosses would kill for a salaried overtimer.
Kind of a ways off from home, aren't you? What kind of business brings you all the way up here?
[He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.]
Most times that's certainly the case, but according to Hughes, he was going to start charging rent. I mean, it's not like I haven't pulled all-nighters before, I've usually done it from home. Evens out the caseload. [But he's getting ahead of himself, isn't he. So he sticks a hand out and says,.] Agent Peter Burke, FBI.
[Raylan simultaneously shakes Peter's hand and touches the brim of his hat in salute.] Seems we have ourselves a bit of a federale convention. Deputy US Marshal Raylan Givens. Pleasure to meet you.
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He's still favoring his left arm and shoulder, and he can't help wondering with every twinge of pain how that girl is doing and where she might be now.
He pushes his hat back on his head and signals the bartender.] Another, if you please, and keep 'em coming.
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But El's gone out of state for her sister's birthday, Neal's off doing something with Moz and he'd asked Peter not to buddy up on it (and it didn't set off warning bells, so he's actually complied), Diana's off trying to have a romantic evening with Chrissie, Jones is... Wherever he is when he's not at the office. Even Satchmo's not there since El brought him with her. He'd tried to get some more paperwork done, but eventually Hughes had kicked him out - telling him to relax some, for god's sake. So with no one around...
He's at a bar. Alone. With a beer. Trying to pay some kind of attention the hockey game on the television because of course everything else is in the off-season. It's not working so hot, so he'll turn and give an appraising look at the guy sitting a stool down from him.]
You might want to go easy there, friend, less you want someone to go and take you home in a sponge.
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[He salutes Peter with his glass and downs the shot, clapping the now-empty cup on the bar with a nod to the man behind the counter.] One for the gentleman in the suit, if you please.
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[He smiles and shrugs because it's true as much as anything. He tries to wave the bartender away from pouring, but it's too late and it's supposed to be a night out so - why not? It's one drink. So he takes the shot and raises it to Raylan with a lopsided grin.]
Nice hat.
[...The sad thing he totally means that. He swigs back the drink and has the decency not to cough outright - his eyes only watering slightly at the unaccustomed burn in his throat.]
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[He inspects his glass and wonders if Lia knows the warrant for her arrest got dropped. Turns out that trucker did just misplace his strongbox, what-do-you-know, and Raylan sure as shit had nothing to do with helping him find it.] Get passed over for a promotion? Wife toss you out?
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That obvious, huh?
[The shot gets gulped down, and at least it doesn't burn near as much as the first one. He places the glass down on the bar carefully, and shoots a look out the corner of his eye to the bartender with the tiniest shake of his head. Fun or not, he's good for now - least from how his ears feel like they're getting very red very quickly.]
No, and no. [A quiet chuckle.] She's out of town, and I actually just got kicked out of the office. Boss was getting sick of my face. [He shrugs - what are you gonna do?] How's about you? 'Cause I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say you're not exactly local.
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[He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.]
Most times that's certainly the case, but according to Hughes, he was going to start charging rent. I mean, it's not like I haven't pulled all-nighters before, I've usually done it from home. Evens out the caseload. [But he's getting ahead of himself, isn't he. So he sticks a hand out and says,.] Agent Peter Burke, FBI.
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