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[angriestman]

Rachel's told him that there are places on the island other than her hut where he can find a drink. It's his third day on the island, and he's spent some time on the beach, just looking at the sea. He grew up swimming in the creek, so the ocean is sort of inexplicable to him; he didn't get it in Miami and he doesn't get it here. He's wandered

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[sluttylyingliar]

Rachel would never admit to a certain guy's accent as being any kind of inspiration...but it is a coincidence that a couple days after meeting one of the hottest guys she's ever seen, she's found a pair of ass-less chaps and a red, checkered bra to dance in.

And if it's "I wanna by a Cowboy" pulsing over the speakers, it doesn't mean a damn thing.

She doesn't notice him for the first half of the dance. He's staring up at her, looking like the cat with the damn cream. And now the bastard's got a hat. Her dance falters for just a second as she tries to shake it off. She doesn't even know why she didn't tell him she stripped. She's never cared, before. Her lips purse together for a moment and she swings back into it, pushing her ass up, clearly towards him as she rolls and swings up and down the pole.

As she song ends she grins out at the audience and makes her way into the crowd, letting out a strangely nervous breath.

[angriestman]

He watches her walk towards him, drink in hand. He's known her for three days and he knows that decency ought to dictate that his eyes stay on her face, but it's kind of distracting, when she's dressed like that. It's kind of hard, having just watched her dance like that.

Raylan's always been bad at impulse control.

He sips his drink.

"I'd tip you, but dollars probably won't do you any good."

[sluttylyingliar]

"Guess you figured out where I work," she says as she perches on the table next to him. The red leather chaps strain against her and her boobs are perched to their best effect. "How's the night so far?"

[angriestman]

"Apparently so," he says, raising his eyebrow and taking a sip of her drink. It's really hard not to look her straight in the cleavave. It's an impressive cleavage, but Raylan Givens' Aunt Helen taught him a lot of things, not least how to treat a lady.

"The night is...quiet. Right up until now."

[nwonr]