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[startacult]

This is Deputy US Marshall Tim Gutterson, leave a message.

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[putyoudown]

Apparently use of aphrodisiacs with a partner is a favorite local pastime. As marshals, I feel it's our duty to learn more about the local culture and attempt to blend in.

[Translation: wanna get high aphro'd and fuck?]

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[startacult]

Oh we're going undercover now?

[putyoudown]

For the mission and all.

[The mission to get aphro'd and fuck.]

[startacult]

Right, right, the mission. You know where to get those, or...

[putyoudown]

I got some at the festival and some in a store here. There's a candle supposed to come on real slow, and some edibles that are quicker. That's what they tell me, anyhow.

[startacult]

Ah, they're over the counter stuff, too? Alright, let's give them a shot.

[putyoudown]

Well, I'd like to believe they wouldn't sell 'em to kids, but they didn't give me no trouble. [He supposes that's an advantage of the whole, kids and adults living separate thing.]

[startacult]

Hmm... Good to know. So when d'you wanna do this?

[putyoudown]

Whenever. You got a time in mind?

[startacult]

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

[putyoudown]

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

[startacult]

Now you're really speaking my language.

[putyoudown]

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

[startacult]

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

[putyoudown]

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?

[startacult]

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

[putyoudown]

[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?

[startacult]

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?

[putyoudown]

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.]

[startacult]

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

[putyoudown]

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

[startacult]

What?

[putyoudown]

You acted surprised.

[startacult]

So?

[putyoudown]

Why?

[startacult]

Really? You gotta ask?

[putyoudown]

[Can you feel the force of this glare.]

[startacult]

Taking that silence as a no.

[Can you feel his lack of fucks?]

[putyoudown]

Someone's tryin' to get his invitation rescinded.

[startacult]

Come on Raylan, don't be like that.

[putyoudown]

You started it.

[startacult]

You sure about that, Givens?

[putyoudown]

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

[startacult]

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

[putyoudown]

[Oh.]

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

[startacult]

Clearly.

[putyoudown]

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

[startacult]

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

[putyoudown]

[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.]

[startacult]

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

[putyoudown]

I like you better when you're quiet.

See you then.

[startacult]

Liar.

See you.