Raylan Givens

Raylan squinted up at the carnival that suddenly appeared on the horizon, signalling he'd turned up back in the nexus. He found it, at the moment, hard to care as much as he probably should about the fact he was no longer walking toward an emergency room.

It had been a long-ass day, and Stigmata was still free, if he could make it there. The fact he'd been shot was a minor consideration. Gut wound wasn't going to kill him. ...right away.

He wondered what would happen, if he died in Xanadu. Probably more or less the same thing that would happen if he died anywhere else, whatever that was.

Shaking off that line of thought (he'd no desire to see who'd be waiting him on the other side of that particular door), he headed into town, keeping an eye out for something like a doctor's office. If he makes it to Stigmata, at least he could clean the wound, he guessed. He moved slow, hatless, and with a hand pressing his flannel shirt to his side.

Raylan survived an entire night of being trotted around the party as Hasi's escort without doing anything embarassing, or getting attacked because he was mistaken for someone else. On the whole, he considered this a win.

The truth was, in his work, he'd occasionally been to a fancy party, but always as the outsider. It was work. Boys from Harlan county did not get invited to that sort of party as a guest. It didn't bother him, but it left him feeling a little displaced. (Of course, with some of the people he'd met and seen at the Xanadu affair, he could have been bright green and no one would have batted an eye. It did make a bit of difference.)

Even so, he was glad enough that it was over. He'd had... quite a bit to drink, though his steps were steady enough. Hasi probably knows him well enough by now to tell he's feeling the alcohol a bit, but he's still in control. Maybe glad he's not driving home, but more or less fine. Even though he's quiet, he's relaxed, and with no idea of packing it in just yet.

"I'd ask your place or mine, but frankly, you don't want to see mine. Hell, I don't want to see mine."