Raylan grinned crookedly at the nudge, shifting his cup over into his other hand for another drink, just to be safe. He didn't mind the jab or the call out of how much he drank; not when Doc drank just as much if not more. "You know somethin' about that? I'd leave some for the customers. A bottle or two to split between a crowd."

But Doc was right - for what little Raylan was good at, small talk and priesthood of any sort, formal or informal, wasn't really an option. It was much better suited for personalities like Doc's. People capable of soft understanding. Someone capable, on some level, of being able to talk about feelings.

The accusation made Raylan openly laugh, head dipping back a little with the warm rare curling of all his features as he shrugged one shoulder. "So you're sayin' I should be a bouncer instead." He bobbed his head. "I'd do it. Honest type work. Drinks on discount. It'd be weird if people liked me. I imagine most everyone likes you. Considerin' all that skill. Well. Except maybe the Brit we're not talkin' about."