Malcolm Bright

Raylan lazily saluted Malcolm as they parted ways and headed towards the porch. He wanted to finish his beer out in the quiet of the evening where he could mull the case they were working on over in his head. It had progressed fairly quickly and Raylan needed to process it all. Think about where someone like that was likely to take someone where they wouldn't be bothered.

Within 45 minutes, he was back inside and peeling off his boots and his button up plaid. After fetching a pillow and blanket from a closet, he laid out on the couch he'd spent too many nights on and slipped into an easy sleep.

The slight rocking of the bed made its way oh so faintly through the floor but it was the crash that woke Raylan up. "What the-" The scream that followed was more than enough to hurry along him throwing off his blanket and snatching his gun up as he ran up the stairs.

There wasn't time to say anything - not with Malcolm hurtling towards him. Raylan did the only thing he could think of. Tackle first, ask questions later. The gun was dropped onto the floor as he launched himself forwards; he wasn't gonna be shooting any guests today, if he had anything to say about it and he sure as shit wasn't looking to get shot by them either.