"What's interesting," he prompted, handing over the bottles in his hand. "You'll have to tell me what they are; I only remember you talkin' about.. Beanos." Okay, he meant Benzos but whatever, this wasn't his field.

Once his hands were empty, Raylan sat down on the far side of the bed with a heavy breath that didn't hint much at the pain he was in to start carefully peeling off his boots. He'd already had some moonshine, but the drink tonight was only for what pain relief he could get from it and the bottle had been left behind.

"If there's a chance of demerol or vicodin, let me know, I think I'd take somethin', considerin'." Considering that his socks were a bloody ugly mess and he winced as he looked at it. Maybe he should have done this in the bathroom.