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Who: Raylan Givens and Rachel Conway
WhatThe Militia Is Up to No Good and Sucks Anyway: a tale recounted by Rachel Conway
Where: Rachel's apartment, Raven's Gate
When: backdated to Veerdi
Notes: takes place in the evening of this day
Warnings: will update if/as needed

She's paranoid now, following that run-in with the Militia. Rachel thinks she's probably being ridiculous, but she can't be sure she is, so. Better safe than sorry.

Or in jail.

Just in case they're still somehow watching or keeping tabs on her to see how she reacts to today, she doesn't dare use the video or voice on her CiD. She doesn't want prying eyes or ears to have enough context to hang her.

She goes over and over what to say, drafting and deleting and tweaking the message about half a dozen times before she's satisfied and sends it:

Are you free tonight? Can you come over to my place after you get off work? I really want to see you.

It works, she thinks. Without her face or voice to give anything away the message is perfectly innocuous: it reads like she's arranging an end-of-the-workweek date. And she's sure once he hears what she has to say, Raylan will forgive her the bit of subterfuge, the lack of warning that there was anything else going on.

(Besides, the message, while meant to hide another agenda, is still factually true. She really does want to see him.)

A little while later there's a volley of texts between them: yes, he's free, he'll come over, she'll send out for dinner if he'd like, he'll be there at seven. That leaves her enough time to get home and changed, to pour herself two fingers of whiskey and set out another glass for him, and to pace the living room until he turns up.

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"If my experience serves, we'll be safer the less effective we are." Depressing, but true. "Just don't think this is the group to stay ineffective to keep the militia away, that's all."

"Yeah, well, I didn't see you as the type to throw yourself in with a group of people who were totally incompetent."

She rubs the back of his hand with her thumb. "I hate that this is the best-case scenario around here anymore, but. You guys just keep doing as much good as you can do, with your heads down. If I can do anything to help, let me know."

"Alright." He smiles, wry. "Look at it this way - seems like we'd both be targets on our own, so we don't have to feel guilty about dragging each other into a mess." Silver lining!

"There's that," Rachel allows, chuckling. "And I guess we also don't have to, like, worry about how we're going to explain the mess. Since we both seem pretty determined to try to make a difference."

It's comforting that they have that in common. It's likely even something that drew her to him to start with.

"Since I guess, the way things are going, it's probably too much to ask that the mess miss both of us entirely."

"That does sound like more luck than I'm used to counting on. Unless we continue to dedicate ourselves to nothing but quiet nights in and keeping our heads down." Which neither of them seemed capable of.

Rachel starts laughing. "Yeah, I think we're both allergic to keeping our heads down. I guess that's right out. Though quiet nights in don't have to be."

Pause. Troublemaking smile.

"...Well. Maybe not quiet..."