[ Bold of Stefan to assume he was going to apologise. Raylan's just finished a shift and he's tired as all hell, but if he goes home without his bourbon then what on earth is the goddamn point of working in a bar in the first place. Still, he manages a smile and half a laugh, really just a sharp exhale through his nose as he props himself up and takes his hat off, setting it down flat on the bartop. ]
Good instincts. Word to the wise, [ because he hasn't seen this guy around before, would have remembered those eyebrows, and he's feeling generous, ] nothin' comes for free around here.
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Good instincts. Word to the wise, [ because he hasn't seen this guy around before, would have remembered those eyebrows, and he's feeling generous, ] nothin' comes for free around here.