multiversallogs | You can have my girl, but don't touch my hat [OPEN]

Who: Raylan Givens AND YOU
What: Out and about! Let me know where you're running into him.
Where: Mog Hill, mainly, and the environs.
When: All day Coardi
Notes: Despite his inner rage, he'll be friendly and polite enough to new (and old) acquaintances. Feel free to assume he's doing any of the things mentioned below, but if you want him for other plots, just hit me by PM or on plurk (prettiestwhistles)
Warnings: None for now

Raylan is angry. There are some who might argue Baedal has nothing to do with that, but it's different here than it was at home. He's a prisoner, even if his prison is city-sized. Even if he's free to run every morning (like he does) and go to the bar every night (...which he usually does too, though more for eavesdropping and brooding than to get properly drunk). Working for the sheriff feels like collusion, but at least Norrington hasn't asked him to do anything he can't do, so far.

The militia's broadcast had turned his stomach, but he doesn't know whose brain to put a bullet into for that. A criminal, even a band of criminals... you can fight that, he thinks. A corrupt government that rules by martial law - that's something else again.

So he gets up, goes for a run, works his beat, goes shopping for goddamn groceries, spends his evenings in bars, and bites down on how much this place rubs him wrong.

He thinks he'd best not get questioned by the militia again, because he doesn't know if he'll be able to keep his mouth shut. But even those who don't know him well might be able to identify a man with an itchy trigger finger.

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Rachel nods, thoughtful. "True. Even if it, like, started out with the best of intentions, without any oversight or anybody to stop them, there's no reason for things to keep going that way. It's kinda depressing but it's the way things tend to be."

"Put guns in people's hands and take away the consequences. That more or less always ends the same, I imagine." Badly.

"I'd like to know myself, how close the sheriff's office is tied to them, higher up."

She takes another sip from her bottle, thoughtful. "Guess you can't really ask. Like, if they are pretty closely entwined or whatever? And you go poking around too much from the inside? They might decide you're trouble. That could be a problem." To say the least.

Rachel leans in closer. "But. Someone on the outside could do a little digging. I mean. It sounds like a job for some aspiring investigative reporter, right?"

He smiles a little. "Maybe." He reaches out, lightly touching her shoulder. "It's nothing to go messing around with lightly, though. Doubt they've got much of a sense of humor about people poking around, inside or out."

She smiles, reaching up and touching his hands where it rests on her shoulder, before curling hers around it gently. "I'll be careful," she insists, earnest. "I'll find out what I can without getting, like, too mixed up in stuff. If it seems like there'll be trouble I'll leave it be."

"Alright. You can add it to your list of ways not to get killed." He leaves his hand where it is.

And so does she, idly running her thumb up and down the back of his hand. "This list is getting longer by the day," she teases gently. "But I'll remember. I promise I won't get myself into anything I can't get out of."

"Well, you didn't keep thinking of new ways of getting into trouble, that list wouldn't be so long, would it?"

Impeccable logic.

"Um, excuse you," she says, laughing, giving his hand another squeeze, "I don't always think of new ways, sometimes new ways just present themselves."

Totally ignoring the fact that she has a talent for figuring how to use those new ways that present themselves, hush.

He laughs too, quietly. "Yeah, well. You've got a particular talent for it, either way."

It occurs to him that kissing her would be a bad idea, but also that he wants to. In roughly that order, which is something new.

"...Yeah, okay, I'll give you that much."

She fidgets for a moment, because, you know, they're sitting awfully close, she could just lean right in and kiss him... But she's not sure how well that would go over, exactly. Even though she very much wants do.

She shifts, setting her bottle down so that hand's free too. She reaches over and lays it on his shoulder, mirroring his gesture.

"But because it's you that's asking, I'll do my best not to get in any serious trouble. Promise."

"That's very kind of you."

And because he figures that there's no point in making good decisions about women starting now (when has he ever), he does kiss her.

There's a surprised intake of breath, because she wasn't expecting that, at all--not in a bad way, mind, she just kind of had herself half talked out of it already, assuming he didn't see her like that. But she's quick wifh the recovery, her hand leaving his shoulder to cup the back of his neck as she kisses him back.

When she pulls away, her cheeks are flushed, and the most delighted smile turns her lips. "Oh, all right, fine," she teases, "I'll try even harder to stay out of trouble."

He laughs, quiet. It's almost certainly a terrible idea, but he'd wanted to do that a long time. They were both a little drunk, and it wasn't like he was married. (Not really.)

"I thought I'd give you a little incentive. Glad it worked."

She raises an eyebrow, still grinning. "Oh, I see. Incentive. it worked, but here's the problem with incentive: it has to be repeated if you want the desired behavior to continue."

She shifts a little closer, kissing him again.

He just returns the kiss, rather than come up with a smart answer. This wasn't really how he'd intended the evening to go, but he's not objecting. He's not going to push to go any faster than she wants, but lazy making out is still good.

And, it should be noted, he's reasonably good at it.

Lazy making out is just fine, for the record. Especially with someone good at it--and, by the way, she's no slouch herself. She's fine if it just stays at making out; Initiating much more when one or both parties is impaired is a problematic kind of thing, bit some enthusiastic making out? Yes, please.

It's quite some time later when he says, "You should probably just stay, late as it is." His hand's still on her cheek, but he grins lazily as he adds, "I promise to be behave, but I'll take the bathtub if you'd feel more comfortable."

Or they can just keep making out a while.

She laughs, soft, a bit breathless, shaking her head. "You don't have to do that--but I do appreciate that you were willing. I trust you. I'll stay, and you don't have to give up your bed for the bathtub."

She wraps her arms around his neck, underscoring those assurances--and, because, this whole making-out-more thing is an idea that has some merit.

"Good." He kisses her again. "Wouldn't do to give you incentive to stay alive, then send you out to make your way home drunk at this hour of the morning."

Perfect logic.

She laughs, shifting closer. "I was gonna fuss about that, like, making sense, but I guess if we're not in a bar, you're allowed."

[OOC: Wrap there for now?]

[ooc: works for me! /thumbs up]

You can have my girl, but don't touch my hat [OPEN]

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