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itwasjustified) wrote2012-03-01 01:33 pm
itwasjustified) wrote2012-03-01 01:33 pm
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[ "I really need you to tell me exactly what the hell is goin' on." ]
Raylan wakes in a vacuum.
He lets his eyes adjust to the darkness, and takes silent stock of himself.
He's in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room. These sweats aren't his. His head feels like a bag of cotton balls left to dry-rot in Death Valley, and the rest of him is hardly any better.
He has no idea where his boots are, let alone his gun.
He gets up, keeping his movements slow and quiet, but the bed creaks in spite of his efforts.
A few long minutes later, he limps out of the bedroom, and shuffles toward the unmistakable smell of coffee.
Raylan wakes in a vacuum.
He lets his eyes adjust to the darkness, and takes silent stock of himself.
He's in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room. These sweats aren't his. His head feels like a bag of cotton balls left to dry-rot in Death Valley, and the rest of him is hardly any better.
He has no idea where his boots are, let alone his gun.
He gets up, keeping his movements slow and quiet, but the bed creaks in spite of his efforts.
A few long minutes later, he limps out of the bedroom, and shuffles toward the unmistakable smell of coffee.
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"I'd order if I thought you'd listen, so I guess I'm askin'."
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"Thank you."
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"So what're you gonna do?"
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She licks her lips, her eyes never leaving Bill's.
"Play it by ear."