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[u]Interacting With:[/u] 
[@unfallenangel] Grace 
[@Chickn] Bryson 
[@Royzooka] Christi 
[@Mr_pink] Johnny. 
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Raylan's face twisted in agony at Frank's words. Grounding and "homework"  weren't punishments. That was easy but why in the hell did he have to be watched? Double why the hell did he have to talk to anyone about it? Raylan hid his anger behind his coffee cup. This may not be bad for anyone else. For Raylan however, this was some high quality, pure T horse shit. 

Raylan didn't say a word, he was too pissed and it was written all over his face. Raylan wasn't much of a social creature. Maybe a deep seeded fear of intimacy, maybe he was terrified of getting hurt, maybe he was drunk ass hole. After a few drinks, sure he was as much of a social butterfly as anyone, but differently not while he was trying sober up. 

So many retorts ran through his mind. All of which, he was smart enough not to say. His retorts ranged from 'Oh no Frank don't leave. I need hug, please don't leave me.' All the way to 'You can phases through these pants and kiss my white ass.' It was enough for Raylan that Frank wasn't telepathic. 

Raylan slowly walked over to Cowboys (Johnny Van Ronk) group. He tries to hide his anger over the situation. He'd done it to himself and he was willing to own it but that didn't mean he was happy about it.[color=a0410d] "Well Cowboy, what's the call? Where do you want me?"[/color] Raylan said trying to hid his anger at the situation. 

Raylan looked at the others for a moment. Wings and two others he didn't know. There was something off about those two. It didn't unsettle him by any means. They just gave Raylan a feeling he couldn't explain. Raylan didn't say another word. He just took a drink of his coffee and awaited Cowboys response.