[Oh, the good globe whiskey. Raylan had found his own bottle in the kitchen to fuel his own explorations and it was pure chance that, a few hours later, he saw the tails of John's trench coat vanish into a bedroom with colorful curses that belonged to one specific Englishman. No, he could guess John's mood, waking up in such a place. Probably very similar to his own, but Raylan doubted John ever took anything well.
It felt like a safer bet to leave John alone for a few hours, let him get settled and buzzed, possibly relax a little - if that was even possible.
So Raylan came back to that same door several hours later and leaned on the door jam, knocking on the door face to 'Shave and a haircut'.]
OPTION C /excel saga joke here
It felt like a safer bet to leave John alone for a few hours, let him get settled and buzzed, possibly relax a little - if that was even possible.
So Raylan came back to that same door several hours later and leaned on the door jam, knocking on the door face to 'Shave and a haircut'.]
You passed out drunk yet?