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Whenever. You got a time in mind?

Tonight? We can meet up for dinner, knock down some of the local booze, then get on the aphrodisiac train.

We could do that. I got somethin' tastes a lot like bourbon.

Now you're really speaking my language.

How 'bout you? Found any particular points of interest yet?

Couple of people, might go to one of those temples too.

You let me know how that turns out. I'll be stayin' above the god damn ground.

[He ended up in that first temple they all went to purely by accident and he's wary about repeating it.]

Got someone to go with?

Yeah, a guy was asking for back up to go to one'a those.

[Pause while he checks the network.]

Yeah, I see it. [He's got a certain impression of Leonard, but he'll keep it to himself for right now.] Let me know how it goes.

What time you wanna meet up?

Looks like a swell fellow, don't he? [Don't worry Raylan, he feels some way about him too, but hey, beggars, choosers, etc.]

What time d'you usually have dinner?

Can't say I've had much of a schedule. [Having no routine is getting to him, so he's starting to eat at odd hours.]

Really? Huh... Alright, I'll stop by at 8.

[He's about to ask what Tim wants to eat, but stops himself.] What?

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What?

You acted surprised.

So?

Why?

Really? You gotta ask?

[Can you feel the force of this glare.]

Taking that silence as a no.

[Can you feel his lack of fucks?]

Someone's tryin' to get his invitation rescinded.

Come on Raylan, don't be like that.

You started it.

You sure about that, Givens?

By bein' all...surprised. [He'll stick with that story.]

I'm so sorry I don't think of you as a big enough mess to expect you to not have dinner hours.

[Oh.]

Well, there's a lot you didn't think of me two weeks ago.

Clearly.

[HUFF.] Are you tryna get laid or not?

Technically, you've been trying to get laid, I'm just along for the ride.

[As usual when he's run out of things to say, he settles for silent glaring, and hopes Tim can feel the judgment through his silence.]

Order anything you like, I'll be there at 7:30.

I like you better when you're quiet.

See you then.

Liar.

See you.

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