Raylan Elisha Wilcox
Location: Kitchen
Interacting with: Grace Potter [@unfallenangle]
The moment the door shut. Raylan knew exactly who shut it. It was Grace, anyone else would have have said something about it before shutting the door.
“Yeah, a bus. It was a big cat bus. Me and this huge ass racoon named Toto took a ride. I zigged when the catbus zagged.” Raylan said as he reached for the bottle and took another drink. A small one this time. He stretched out a little, checking to see how much pain was still coming from his bruises. It was all starting to loosen up.
It seemed like Grace didn't remember much from the night before and Raylan, was more than happy to keep that going. “I bet Frank is over the moon, someone passed out and I had nothing to do with it this time.” Raylan deadpaned. Heating the rag up, and placing it on another bruise.
Raylan turned to look at her. He couldn't help but notice the sketch pad and penciles."Been drawing have you?"