Raylan Givens (deputymarshal) wrote in helladjacent, @ 2017-05-18 09:22:00 |
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It had been a while since Raylan had seen Rowena, or anyone. He had spent the last week in a deep sleep full of vivid dreams, both of home and the labyrinthine corridors of the hotel. Raylan had thought of people and places that he had been without for years. In the case of the mines, of Boyd young (and alive), decades. It had been a surreal week that left him feeling a little bit like what he imagined coming down from an acid trip might feel like. Somehow more tired, and struggling to get his bearings on reality. If this place could even be considered a reality. While Raylan certainly projected something of a lone wolf persona, he was still a human being and needed even just spare moments of social interactions with others. There were not a great many people whose company Raylan enjoyed, here or at home, but Rowena was among the few. In fact, after a week he was missing her actively. Raylan was glad that she was free that evening and that she wanted to come and have a drink with him. Raylan did more than drink whisky, he promised. But when you found yourself with suddenly a lot of time, your job left back in your own universe (or dimension, or whatever), you spent that time on your interests. And Raylan liked to try different types of whisky, a few sips here or there mostly. He spent a great deal of time in the library, as well, but he wasn't going to split a book with Rowena. So he had the bottle of Vauxhall Whisky he found at the bar when they jumped to 19th century London, which he grabbed from his room and headed down to meet her in the lounge, sliding his hat on his head as he left his room. He grabbed two glasses from the lounge and then found a seat for both of them, setting the glass and bottle on the table to wait for her, leaned back in the chair. |