[Shit. Well, at least he got a decent pull and they were still talking so there was always hope for more. Never let it be said the South wasn't tenacious as fuck. Raylan knew too well how much his face broadcasted, so he kept it schooled where it was, giving Will nothing more than he already had as he cast his fishing line. He'd find this particular catfish a little harder to hook then that.
No blinking indeed. Having kept eye contact, Raylan didn't flinch or step back at the invasion of his own space. If push came to shove, he had money he'd come out on top but he did hope that that wasn't the way this would go. He'd only just found the whiskey.
The astute statement about the power of putting someone in the ground had him inhaling through his nose but he changed tactics and shifted his weight in a break of the tension Will had built up around him, giving no inch but resettling his narrow hips to the other side as one hand came up to gesture with an index finger at Will's shoulder height.]
Before goin' over the cliff, where did you cut him? Throat? Couple of stabs to the chest? [He lifted his eyebrows, chin dropping slightly as he realigned their eye line.] I bet after havin' to defend your family, gettin' your man was a pretty reward, wasn't it. Wanted to take full dues for the wrongs he'd done.
[Oh the stories that Raylan could tell. Oh the stories he'd almost told if he didn't know better than to fall into the open traps of 'tell me about yourself' via poking that he returned in kind. His deeply unimpressive record with relationships aside, Raylan's vice was liquor.
How many women? No. How many bottles. How many times did he drink his loneliness and questions and self doubt into numb oblivion so he could get through to another morning to do it all again.]
You may learn I am easy and flexible as hell >:3
No blinking indeed. Having kept eye contact, Raylan didn't flinch or step back at the invasion of his own space. If push came to shove, he had money he'd come out on top but he did hope that that wasn't the way this would go. He'd only just found the whiskey.
The astute statement about the power of putting someone in the ground had him inhaling through his nose but he changed tactics and shifted his weight in a break of the tension Will had built up around him, giving no inch but resettling his narrow hips to the other side as one hand came up to gesture with an index finger at Will's shoulder height.]
Before goin' over the cliff, where did you cut him? Throat? Couple of stabs to the chest? [He lifted his eyebrows, chin dropping slightly as he realigned their eye line.] I bet after havin' to defend your family, gettin' your man was a pretty reward, wasn't it. Wanted to take full dues for the wrongs he'd done.
[Oh the stories that Raylan could tell. Oh the stories he'd almost told if he didn't know better than to fall into the open traps of 'tell me about yourself' via poking that he returned in kind. His deeply unimpressive record with relationships aside, Raylan's vice was liquor.
How many women? No. How many bottles. How many times did he drink his loneliness and questions and self doubt into numb oblivion so he could get through to another morning to do it all again.]