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[un_fallen]

Raguel breathes an audible sigh of relief as he enters, and goes straight up to Bar for a drink. No sign of - of anyone he might have tried to visit lately, but there often isn't. He finds a stool near the end of the bar, and with his back to the polished surface, falls into his usual pattern of staring around with an unconscious glare on his

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[makesthings]

Sameth has been noting all the new hats and is currently talking with Bar about trying to get a very specific hat for himself.

Raguel's glare catches him at one point and he tenses, hopefully that man isn't a friend of Mogget's or Blodwen's.

[un_fallen]

Raguel realizes he's glaring only when the man looks back at him warily. He clears his throat and moderates it somewhat.

"Sorry," he says. "Not really paying attention."

[makesthings]

"Of course. How's the practice for the game going?"

[un_fallen]

"Oh, pretty well, but I haven't been there much," he says, looking sheepish. "I goaded someone else into playing, then disappeared. But I've been around enough to figure out the rules, so."

[ikissdhimbck]

Kate has been keeping an eye out for a certain outlaw by the name of Ben Wade for some weeks now, and as she makes her way to the Bar this evening she thinks she spots him.

Though, that is hardly his typical black hat.

(The unconscious glare fits, though!)

"Evenin'," she murmurs, leaning against the Bar a little ways off. Her brow is knit in confusion as she stares at that hat.

[un_fallen]

"Evening," Raguel says in return, nodding to her and noting the frown.

"I don't usually wear this," he explains, gesturing at the hat. "Joined a baseball team."

[ikissdhimbck]

"A baseball team?!"

She's all incredulous, now.

Look at her stare.

[un_fallen]

"It was just --" He crosses his arms, breaking off. This lady doesn't even know him... he thinks.

"Why?"