Raylan's given Hasi some space, since the break-in. He doesn't want to hover, and he isn't one to fuss. That said, he has worried about her some, and it's been long enough he feel he's due to check in.
Besides, accidental poker evening aside, he's overdue for a trip to the nexus anyway. So when he steps into Stigmata, he figures even if she's not there, he could do with a drink or two himself.
She knows he's there even when he steps inside--it's the walk, maybe. The swagger. Hasi turns to look over her shoulder, little smile in place, and her drink held aloft between her fingers. He told her once that she wasn't like the girls he'd normally been with, and she's probably more that now than ever, with her ridiculous wardrobe and ridiculous alcohol, but for some reason being around Raylan takes her mind off her costuming.
So she's happy to see him, for that and other reasons.
"Raylan," she calls, as a pleased, drawling greeting.
"Hey there." He comes over to sit next to her, an easy smile on his face. "Been too long." As if it were completely a coincidence that he found her here.
He gestures for a bourbon. "How's life treating you these days?"
"You mean since last time I saw you and a guy got shot in the middle of my apartment?" Hasi adores Raylan--really, she does--but sometimes she thinks he compartmentalizes even more than she does. "I'm okay. How are you?"
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Besides, accidental poker evening aside, he's overdue for a trip to the nexus anyway. So when he steps into Stigmata, he figures even if she's not there, he could do with a drink or two himself.
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She knows he's there even when he steps inside--it's the walk, maybe. The swagger. Hasi turns to look over her shoulder, little smile in place, and her drink held aloft between her fingers. He told her once that she wasn't like the girls he'd normally been with, and she's probably more that now than ever, with her ridiculous wardrobe and ridiculous alcohol, but for some reason being around Raylan takes her mind off her costuming.
So she's happy to see him, for that and other reasons.
"Raylan," she calls, as a pleased, drawling greeting.
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He gestures for a bourbon. "How's life treating you these days?"
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She looks at him, a little wry.
"You mean since last time I saw you and a guy got shot in the middle of my apartment?" Hasi adores Raylan--really, she does--but sometimes she thinks he compartmentalizes even more than she does. "I'm okay. How are you?"
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