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Who: Raylan Givens and you
What: Checking in
Where: Sundry points
When: Shundi(ish)
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Warnings: none so far

If it were up to Raylan, he'd probably never take a day off. However, it is not up to him, as Norrington so carefully pointed out, and every now and then he needs to do something other than work.

Usually, this would mean jogging, target practice, and drinking, roughly in that order, but since the sky nearly fell in, Raylan hasn't had a free moment to check on much of anyone. (Much like home, the bigger the mess, the bigger the pile of paperwork, it seems.) He doesn't know a great many people in Baedal beyond exchanging pleasantries, but could stand to check in.

Instead of calling, though, like a normal person, he just wanders around people's normal haunts and places of business so that he can see they're in one piece. Mainly Mog Hill, but he's not averse to going farther. He may even end up at the Vault, briefly, which is arguably more trouble than just texting a person.

Raylan isn't, and never has been, one to do things the easy way.

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"Mine included, and what's left standing is a mess of organizations, with all the missing and dead," Some landlords aren't ready to rent out places to new people until they're sure the last owners aren't coming back. Not to mention how tricky it is when the actual owner of a place was killed.

"You've been doing a good job of it, Mog Hill looks better than most."

He smiles. "Thanks. I've been ordered to take today off, but... we do what we can."

"You okay for someone to live in the meantime, though? Got a couch at least?"

"Well, if you've been given orders, I should make sure you stick to them. You wanna find somewhere to grab something to eat?" Because distractions are good, and she found Raylan easy enough to talk to last time.

"Yeah, my friend's got a pretty big place and with all the refugees cleared out, there's room for me." She's got her own room there and everything, mostly filled with a mix of hers and Kate's stuff (she still hasn't sold the cello).

"Sure - as long as I'm not slowing down the apartment hunt, a bite sounds goods." And he's glad she has a place to stay - he'd have offered his couch, but it's not the most comfortable (or the most... his, since he's still at a boarding house).

"You know anywhere nearby that you like?"

Even if she didn't have friends, or money, there are plenty of abandoned houses and Steph isn't a stranger to squatting - usually only short term, when she had to get out of her house - she knows how to make something livable out of a broken down building.

"Not at all, today was mostly a supply run," She nudges the bag on her shoulder to indicate that, "And no, I'm not all that familiar with the area, you can pick."

"We can always check if the cook's actually at the Apache today," he says, thoughtfully. Raylan's tastes tend to run as far away from fancy as you can get and still taste good.

"Or there's a kid who sells things off a cart that sort of taste like hotdogs if you're not paying very close attention."

Steph is more than happy with things that aren't fancy, she's not so great with things that only sort of taste like hotdogs, "That sounds like it could end in disaster, I've learnt not to trust street vendors." Because Gotham. Half of them are probably supervillains in disguise (half of everyone are supervillains in disguise).

"But the Apache sounds good, it's one of the few places I know around here," Thanks to the fact it's the main gathering place when they do cohort-wide things.

"Good enough for me." He starts moving that direction. "So between looking for a place to live, what have you been up to?"

She walks with him, tossing her now empty coffee cup into a bin as they pass one.

"I had a birthday party," It feels like so long ago, despite the fact it wasn't, really. The bracelet Kate gave her is shoved into one of the bags she brought from the partment to Babs' house, "I'm officially no longer a teenager, though I missed the actual date by a few weeks, thanks to the whole monsters thing."

"Lord, now I feel old," he says with a laugh. "But happy birthday, late. I can imagine party attendance would have been rough if you'd have tried to do anything during the attack."

"Thanks, and sorry," Sometimes she forgets how young she is, and his second comment gets a laugh from her as well, "God, can you imagine? When it comes to party crashers, I'd say frog monsters are so much worse than frat boys and underage kids hoping they can get some free booze."

Not that she was ever on the other end of that equation. No sir.

"I suppose you'd avoid the risk of anyone being bored," he says, laughing. "Though you might get rid of the frog monsters easier."

"I dunno, I find punching them in the face works best for either option," The.... frat boys and the frog monsters, not the underage teens, that would just be a cruel (frat boys don't count as people, for the record).

"And no one is ever bored around me, hanging out with me is an endless adventures," Apparently she's just choosing to ignore the fact her life recently has mostly involved sulking around Barbara's house.

"You know, I've heard that about myself, but it's certainly not on purpose." As they come to the Apache, he asks, "Good adventures, or 'oh god, who's shooting at us' adventures?"

Steph pauses on the threshold and gives him her most innocent, quizical look. Which is entirely faked, for the record, "They aren't the same thing?"

Her sense of humour needs some work.

"Oh, my old boss would love you," he says, and holds the door for her. "Mainly because you'd be distracting him from my shenanigans with yours."

She walks through the door, but not before miming a quick curtesy, because it feels like the appropriate response for someone holding a door open for her. If by appropriate we mean the exact opposite.

"Now I see what's going on," she shoots him a look over her shoulder once she's through the door, "I'm just here to make you look better by comparison."

Here being some vague area where they're friends who spend lots of time together, as opposed to people who've hung out together twice.

"You should be honored," he said with a small laugh. "People who make me look responsible are few and far between."

Details.

"It's true, I'm a rare breed of woman," Which is, you know, true enough all things considered; most women aren't secretly vigilantes.

It takes her a quick second to scan the bar, both for threats/exits and for somewhere to sit, before she spots a free booth that will let them have their meal in reasonably privacy for a public place (it's natural, to search out that sort of space). She walks over to it, sliding into a seat.

"But for the record, you're terrible at giving compliments."

His glance around is subtle, but not absent. He's a regular at the Apache, but that doesn't mean he's relaxed.

"I am, that's true. My ex-wife used to tell me so, though to my knowledge that isn't the reason she's my ex-wife."

Ex-wife. Her eyebrows go up, surprised by that piece of information. She has mixed feelings about marriage, but mostly she thinks it's kind of terrible - blame her parents for that.

"I'd hope a lack of decent compliments wouldn't be enough to break up a marriage," but you never know.

"Well, some marriages..." He shrugs. "But. Let's get some food. Probably better than dissecting my matrimonial failures."

Winona is high on the list of things he'd rather not casually talk about.

"Probably, we could dissect mine, but then I'd have to kill you," Steph - doesn't actually think before she says words, sometimes. She just goes with what sounds most ridiculous.

"But yes, food," Well at least she can stay mildly on point. "Any recommendations?"

"Burgers aren't bad. I'd stay away from the nachos unless you're feeling really brave, though." Pub fare for all, and all for pub fare. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"I almost want to try the nachos on the basis of that recommendation, but I'd probably regret it later," Steph is trying hard to break out of her habit of instantly reacting to anything even remotely dangerous with challenge accepted.

She makes a vague hand gesture re: drinks, "Sure, why not. But I'm sticking with soda for today." She also needs to - stop drinking so much as a way to deal with missing all her friends.

"You grab a seat." Raylan is trying to keep his drinking from being scary, even on his days off, so a soda for him too. He returns with the drinks and menus.

"So now I can add 'tempted by suicidal nachos' to the very short list of things I know about you."

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